Subject: New story: The Riding Shop (F/F)
From: smitten478@aol.com (Smitten478)
Date: 19 Feb 1996 07:56:25 -0500
Message-ID: <4g9s1p$mcq@newsbf02.news.aol.com>

This story contains spanking and erotic material. If you are offended by
these subjects or are under 18 years of age, please do not read.

The Riding Shop
 
 Sheila sighed heavily as she closed the cash register drawer. It had been
a long week at the shop -- 12-hour shifts for the past five days -- but
she desperately needed to keep this job. She received a reasonable salary
and the overtime pay was helping her climb out of credit card debt. She
also liked her boss, Mrs. Carlisle, who had been gradually giving her more
responsibility for managing the equestrian shop.
 One Saturday afternoon, Mrs. Carlisle had even closed the shop early and
invited Sheila to her farm to go horseback riding. Sheila rode Ebony, a
jet-black mare with a gentle nature and a graceful gait. Mrs. Carlisle,
however, commanded Star, a spirited chestnut Thoroughbred whose name came
from the star-shaped white mark on his forehead. The two women had raced
across the countryside, feeling as free and wild as the wind.  Sheila
urged her horse to keep pace with Mrs. Carlisle's, but she was no match
for the powerful steed that the older woman rode. Sheila admired the sight
of Mrs. Carlisle -- her auburn tresses flowing freely in the breeze and
her lithe body rising and falling in rhythm with her horse's galloping
pace. Mrs. Carlisle was 20 years older than Sheila, but she possessed
boundless energy and a youthful countenance that belied her age.
 After that afternoon, Sheila felt a special bond with her employer.  She
developed  enormous respect for the woman who controlled a powerful
Thoroughbred with the same style and grace as she displayed in the
presence of difficult customers or her pesky ex-husband.  Sheila was
impressed when Mrs. Carlisle verbally chastised a supplier who tried to
sell her inferior goods, and was awed when her employer physically
apprehended a teenage shoplifter as he tried to slip out the door.  
 Sheila glanced at her watch. In another 15 minutes, she could close the
shop and go home. At that moment, a customer walked in the door, glanced
about the store and then headed toward the counter. The tall, slender
woman was dressed in white jodhpurs, a dark turtleneck and a wool blazer.
She wore black riding boots and matching gloves. Her long, black hair was
pulled back in a ponytail and her face was as tan as leather. She looked
at Sheila curiously as she approached.
 "Where is Mrs. Carlisle?" 
 "She's in the back," answered Sheila. "Is there anything I can help you
with?"
 "Perhaps, you can," said the young woman pleasantly. "I had placed an
order for a new bridle two weeks ago and it was supposed to arrive today.
I'm leaving tomorrow for a horse show in Virginia, and the bridle's for
the horse I'm riding in the jumper competition." 
 Sheila pulled out the shipment book from underneath the counter. "What's
your name?"
 "Rachel York." As Sheila paged through the order forms, she sensed Rachel
leaning closer toward her. She felt herself becoming more flustered as she
flipped through the last of the order forms without seeing the one for the
new bridle. When Sheila looked up, Rachel's face was only a few inches
from hers. "I'm also looking for a new riding crop," said the woman as she
stared coolly into Sheila's widening brown eyes.
  Sheila suddenly felt lightheaded and had to lean against the counter for
support. She nervously brushed a wisp of blonde hair from her face and
hoped that the sudden flush in her cheeks was not apparent. At that
moment, Mrs. Carlisle emerged from the back office and seemed genuinely
delighted to see Rachel. They hugged and chatted briefly about the
upcoming show while Sheila continued looking for the shipment order.
 Finally, Mrs. Carlisle noticed Sheila's distress. "Ms. York's order isn't
in there. I keep a personal record in my office of custom supplies for
loyal customers like Ms. York."  Sheila breathed a noticeable sigh of
relief and quickly closed the shipment book. "Ms. York and I will be in my
office. Please join us there after you close the shop." Sheila hung the
'Closed' sign in the window, locked the front door and then brought the
day's receipts and cash drawer intake back to Mrs. Carlisle's office. Both
women were waiting for her there. Mrs. Carlisle locked the money and
receipts in the safe and then asked Rachel and Sheila to follow her.
 Sheila assumed they were going to the stock room to find Rachel's bridle,
but instead Mrs. Carlisle motioned for them to follow her to a room across
the hall. Sheila had never been in the room because the door was always
locked, and Mrs. Carlisle had told her she stored personal belongings
there. Mrs. Carlisle unlocked the door and guided Sheila into the unlit
room as Rachel followed. When she turned on the light, Sheila first
thought she was in another stock room. A dozen riding crops were mounted
on a wooden rack on the wall directly in front of her. Brushes and other
grooming supplies were stored on shelves alongside bridles and blinders.
And there were whips hanging from the wall -- everything from leather
quirts and short, horsehair whips to buggy whips and a menacing-looking
bull whip. None of this surprised Sheila except that the harnesses looked
too small for horses. 
 However, her heart leapt into her throat when she saw the paddles.
Paddles of different lengths and thicknesses, some made of leather, others
of wood, hanging from hooks in perfectly straight rows along the wall.
They were even organized according to color - some black, some brown, one
was fire-engine red and another a cool, turquoise blue. As Sheila willed
her gaze away from the paddles, her eyes fell upon the object in the
middle of the room. It looked like a pommel horse, but  it was about the
height of a coffee table and covered in a rich, brown suede. Two padded
handles protruded from the sides. A narrow cushioned shelf, about three
feet long, was mounted on either side of the "horse," behind the handles.
 Sheila could not stop staring at it until Mrs. Carlisle placed a hand on
her shoulder and turned her gently toward her. "I hired you because I
thought you possessed special talents. Now it's time to display those
talents." Sheila looked at her employer in bewilderment, but  Mrs.
Carlisle simply ordered her to remove her clothes. "I'm your boss now,"
she said sternly. "Do as I say." 
 Sheila turned to Rachel, who was now standing by the mounted crops and
tapping one impatiently in her hand. Her expression turned foreboding as
she spoke. "Sheila, I understand that you lost your last job because you
did not follow your supervisor's instructions. You don't want to
disappoint two different employers in one month." Rachel's rebuke filled
her with shame as she nervously unbuttoned her Oxford shirt and slipped it
off her shoulders. She knew the two women could see her erect nipples
pressing against the cotton fabric of her bra. When she bent over to
remove her shoes and socks, she could hear Rachel tapping the crop against
her boot. Sheila felt her stomach turning into a knot as tight as the
braided leather in Rachel's hand.
 After Sheila had undressed, Mrs. Carlisle ordered her to "mount the
horse." When she hesitated, the older woman gently pushed her toward the
middle of the room. "Kneel down, grab the handles and then rest your knees
on the cushions," she instructed.
 Sheila obeyed, positioning herself on all fours across the horse, her
nipples brushing against the rough fabric and her thighs squeezing tightly
against its sides. She heard Rachel's footsteps as she walked toward her,
then felt electricity dance across her skin as Rachel laid a gloved hand
on her bare bottom. Mrs. Carlisle stepped in front of Sheila and lifted up
her chin, "Because Ms. York is one of my most valued customers, I allow
her to try out the merchandise before she purchases it." Rachel began to
slowly caress Sheila's right cheek, causing the kneeling woman to inhale
in quick, uneven breaths. 
 "Today, she's in the market for a new crop," Mrs. Carlisle explained
dispassionately while Rachel teased Sheila's swollen lips with the tip of
the crop. Sheila shivered and moaned as the whip made its slow passage
back and forth between her anus and clitoris. "Since Ms. York has a big
competition next week, it's important that she has the best equipment.
Don't you agree, Sheila?"
 Rachel tapped the crop gently against the inside of Sheila's left thigh,
as if prompting her to answer. Sheila nodded and Mrs. Carlisle dropped her
hand from the young woman's chin. "I'm glad that you understand," she said
pleasantly, "and that you're so willing to be of assistance to my favorite
customer."
 The crop lashed against Sheila's bottom with unexpected intensity,
causing her to cry out in astonishment and pain. The whip hissed again
through the air, landing a little lower than the first strike and searing
a stripe of fire across Sheila's skin. She gritted her teeth in
preparation for the next blow, breathing harshly through her nostrils like
an excited horse. As the crop connected with her right thigh, she heard
the snap of leather against skin and felt pain explode down the back of
her leg. Again a tormented moan escaped her lips.
 After Rachel had delivered several quick strokes, she paused to admire
her handiwork. Five thin red lines clearly marked the pale skin. Sheila
felt like she had been struck by lightening, momentarily transformed by a
powerful burst of heat and energy. Rachel, however, seemed disinterested
in Sheila's physical or mental state at that moment. She tapped the whip
methodically against her palm, as if measuring its weight and flexibility,
then said dryly,  "I think this one is too light. My horse, Hitchcock,
won't even notice it on his flank." 
 Without a word, Mrs. Carlisle strode briskly across the room and chose
another crop from the rack. "Try this one, my dear," she said as she
handed the new crop to Rachel. "The leather is braided more tightly and
it's a little thicker than the other one." 
 "Thank you," answered Rachel cheerfully.
 Although Sheila was not bound, she did not release the handles nor rise
from her position. She knew she was going to be thrashed again, but she
only wanted to please these two women who humbled her with their grace and
power. Rachel began to whip her again, the blows delivering both anguish
and arousal as they fell in an even rhythm across her buttocks and thighs.
Sheila moaned and cried as the torrent of pain rained down on her exposed
bottom. She wiggled her hips and arched her back in a futile effort to
protect the sorest parts of her backside from the relentless punishment. 
 Rachel toyed with Sheila, striking her in the same spot over and over,
then delivering a series of rapid strokes all over her buttocks and thighs
that left Sheila breathless and sobbing. Rachel paused to let the woman
recompose herself, then finished the cropping with a dozen strokes that
came in agonizingly slow intervals.
 "I think this is the one," Rachel said breathlessly to Mrs. Carlisle, who
had watched the entire scene from a prime vantage point right behind
Rachel.
 "Excellent, Ms. York. I'll have Sheila bring both the crop and the bridle
out to your car. If you perform as well in the show next week as you have
this evening, I'm sure the judges will award you first place." Rachel
accepted the compliment with a smile and a gracious thank you.
 Fire raged across Sheila's bottom and the backs of her legs. A thin sheen
of perspiration covered her body. Her shoulders and hands were tired and
achy from holding up her body weight, and her tear-streaked face felt
swollen and hot. The conversation between the two women floated hazily
through Sheila's consciousness. 
 "Get up, my dear," Mrs. Carlisle ordered. "You have performed your duties
well this evening." Sheila rose slowly from the bench, then gently rubbed
her swollen buttocks. 
 Rachel smiled at her with smug satisfaction. "Yes, you have performed
quite well, but it's time now for me to take my leave."  
 Mrs. Carlisle turned to Sheila. "Get Ms. York's new bridle from the rack
in my office." Sheila glanced about the room for her clothes, but Mrs.
Carlisle noticed her wandering gaze. "Go now, girl, before I turn you over
my knee and use one of those paddles on you."
 Rachel chuckled. "I'd enjoy watching that." Sheila blushed as she
scurried out the door and across the hall to Mrs. Carlisle's office. She
could hear the two women talking to each other and suspected she was the
topic of their conversation. As the heat and soreness of her buttocks
subsided, the ache between her legs intensified. She reached down and
touched her wetness. "Yes, working here does have its advantages," she
thought wryly. 
 When Sheila returned to the room with the bridle, Rachel and Mrs.
Carlisle were still chatting casually. Rachel turned to Sheila as she
entered. "Mrs. Carlisle tells me you're quite an equestrian. Perhaps, you
and I could go riding together one afternoon."
 Sheila blushed and stammered her reply, "Yes, . . . yes. . .I think I'd .
. . um like that very  much."
 "Then I'd like to see your riding form this evening," answered Rachel
devilishly. Sheila looked at her puzzled. "Get back on the horse."
Sheila's face registered shock and fear at the thought of another
whipping. "No, I'm not going to whip you again. I'm going to ride you."
 Sheila hung the bridle on a hook near the door, then obediently remounted
the suede horse. She could hear Rachel removing her boots then sliding out
of her tight-fitting riding pants. Rachel straddled Sheila's hips so that
she faced the opposite direction of her "mount." Her fingertips traced the
fading red marks on Sheila's well-whipped bottom, causing the punished
woman to wince when she touched a particularly sore spot. Rachel's fingers
worked their way across the woman's buttocks and down to her moist
crevice. Sheila groaned softly as Rachel parted her swollen pussy lips. 
 Mrs. Carlisle knelt down behind Sheila and began to run her index finger
slowly up and down the folds of Sheila's labia. Mrs. Carlisle kissed
Rachel passionately on the lips as she massaged Sheila's hard, little
kernel of pleasure. Sheila began swaying her hips, trying to press against
the elusive fingers bringing her so much delight.
 Rachel released from Mrs. Carlisle and murmured. "That's it, baby. Rock
those hips. I wanna go for a ride." Sheila arched her back and ground her
hips against the suede fabric. The sensation of being pinned down by
Rachel's weight while being teased by Mrs. Carlisle's masterful fingers
was maddening. Sheila began to moan audibly. She lifted her hips and
abdomen off the horse, shifting her weight from side to side, while Mrs.
Carlisle ran her fingers up and down her slit. When Mrs. Carlisle suddenly
thrust three fingers inside her, Sheila bucked like a rodeo bronco. Rachel
squealed with delight. "That's it girl!"
 Mrs. Carlisle continued thrusting into Sheila, who rocked her hips wildly
and moaned uncontrollably. She felt Sheila's hands on her sore buttocks,
holding onto her for balance as she bucked and gyrated. Rachel was rubbing
herself against Sheila's tailbone, bringing herself closer to climax with
each frenetic movement. Mrs. Carlisle's fingers left Sheila's warm cavern
and began to lavish attention on her swollen clitoris. Sheila groaned as
she felt the orgasm building inside her. The deft strokes across her
pleasure spot were driving her closer and closer to the brink. She felt
the dizzying heat rage through her body, increase in intensity and then
strike her clitoris like a bolt of lightening. 
 She cried out as she came. The orgasm exploding inside her vagina at the
same time that Rachel reached her climax. The two women panted and sighed
as the waves of pleasure crashed over them. Mrs. Carlisle was so aroused
by the sight of Sheila and Rachel coming simultaneously that she slipped
her free hand under her skirt to pleasure herself. Her orgasm came so
swiftly and powerfully that her entire body quivered. When Sheila felt
Mrs. Carlisle's fingers trembling inside of her, she came a second time. 
 The three women sighed and moaned as the last contractions subsided
within them. Slowly, Mrs. Carlisle slipped her fingers out of Sheila. Then
Rachel rose unsteadily from her position and patted Sheila on the bottom.
"Nice form, my dear." 
 Mrs. Carlisle smiled as she also rose to her feet. "I'm glad you were so
pleased with my new employee. When you return from Virginia, perhaps we
could go for a ride together again. I believe that Sheila has already
expressed her interest in another ride with you."
 Sheila nodded her head, now realizing the invitation that Rachel had
extended earlier. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

 


