R is for Riding (MF, Cons, Rom, D/s, light bond)

By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)

"I think I'm going to love this place," she said with a grin.

He smiled at her, glad that she was happy. Horse riding had been his idea; he was a good rider, she'd only had a couple of lessons.

"I'll take you to the stable and you can meet your ride for the afternoon. Then we can go to
the tack room and get the equipment. I've arranged it all with the owner."

She grinned again. "You're so organised today. Not like you at all," she said, her eyes twinkling.

He laughed and they walked over to the stable in a companionable silence.

He showed her the horse, a beautiful roan.

She ahhhed, and stroked the horse's nose. He gave her a sugar lump for the horse. She
giggled as it snaffled it gently from her palm.

"Oh, this is wonderful," she said, "I can't believe I'm here!"

He loved to see her like this. "Well, you've got some work to do first," he said. "We need to get all the tack."

"That's what men are for," she sniggered, poking him gently in the ribs. "C'mon, let's go then!"

They held hands as they walked to the tack room. She feeling impossibly happy, he contented.

In the tack room, there were a variety of saddles, reins, etc and the room exuded the smell of leather and polish.

He invited her to try out some of the saddles that were all placed on wooden constructions allowing people to sit on them. She sat on one, then another, then another. All the while he stood watching. Especially her ass. In the tight riding trousers she was wearing, it was beautifully defined.

She looked over her shoulder at him, teasingly. Her eyes flashed as she said, "You know women get turned on riding horses, don't you? Some say a horse gives better foreplay than a man..."

"Oh they do, do they? And what would you rather have between your thighs?"

He could feel himself getting hard. This was an unexpected turn in the afternoon's events. He could feel his breathing getting deeper by the minute. The little minx was doing it deliberately!

"Well, I'm sure I don't know, darling," she said with a catch in her voice. "But I should think that having a large animal between your legs must be interesting..."

Her voice had quivered slightly. He could see her pushing herself forward slightly in the saddle, her ass just rising off it, the top of her thighs almost grasping the pommel. He could see her nipples pushing against the starched cotton shirt she was wearing. And her face was slightly flushed.

She loved these little games and he wasn't about to let her down.

"No woman of mine is going to prefer a horse to me!" he said, striving to keep a grin off his face.

He could see she, too, was trying not to smile.

"So you think you're man enough, do you?" she demanded.

God, he felt aroused now. "I am for you, and don't you forget it or I'll have to make you remember!"

"I'd like to see you try!" she said.

That was what he'd been waiting for. He grabbed some leather ties off the table and almost ran over to her.

"No woman talks to me like that!"

Now he was really aroused, and the game was on. Oh, she teased him so, but they always loved the result.

He grabbed her wrists, noticing she didn't resist, and he tied her hands to the pommel with the leather ties. He used more to tie her legs to the wood and stirrups. He tied her so she was leaning forward, her ass in the air, her crotch pushed against the upward slope of the saddle.

"Whatever are you going to do?" she mockingly cried.

"Put you in your place, of course!" he said with simulated anger. He grabbed a riding crop and stood in front of her.

"This is what cock teasers get!" he said, slapping the crop in the palm of his hand. "You'll do as you're told or face the consequences!"

Inside he was boiling with lust, and seized by amusement. A few words, a look, that was enough for her to turn him on, and she knew it. Her little games were such fun though.

He stood to the side, raised his arm and brought the crop down lightly, but with an audible "thwack!"

Though it only stung slightly, it pushed her forward on the saddle, rubbing her between the legs as he'd planned. He gave her six strokes and each time he saw she was getting more and more aroused. She was panting after the sixth, and he looked her in the eyes and said, "Now you will obey, slave, won't you?!"

She nodded, her breasts heaving. He could see the passion in her eyes.

He undid the ties.

"Get off!" he thundered. She got down and stood before him.

"On your knees, woman!"

He could see the crinkles at the sides of her eyes as she tried not to giggle.

"You know what to do!" He tried to demand, but the last phrase came out almost pleadingly. He wasn't cut out for this, he smiled to himself. He saw a small smirk on her face vanish quickly as she reached for him and unzipped his trousers at the front.

As he felt her gently release him from his trousers, he speculated on how much riding they'd get done today...