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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...


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