See you in a bit

Copyright © 2006 Markee 2baad-sosaad. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced without the written permission of the author. (e-mail: phlyonzawahl@shaw.ca)

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‘You can’t be serious.’

The glint in his eye and the shine off his pearly whites suggested that he, in fact, couldn’t
POSSIBLY be – but she knew better.

His smile widened as he shook the bridle in his hand, causing it to jingle.

‘Oh but I am.’

Well, this certainly wasn’t what she was expecting when he said he had a little surprise for her.

Flowers. Chocolates. Getting spanked WITHOUT a riding crop; now, THOSE were surprises she never seemed to get enough of.

Fact was, there was just too little sparkle left. After ‘X’ number of years together, what hadn’t they done? What was left to do? They loved each other still, but everything had just become – staid. Predictable. BORING!

So what the FUCK was she doing, eyeing him warily as they choked on the smell of hay and animal feces in this dusty, god-forsaken barn?

He rattled the bridle again, almost as if it were some new signal. Well, if it were, it wasn’t one they’d ever discussed!

‘Okay,’ she said, weighing all the options she could think of while every set of equestrian eyeballs surrounding them gave her a dressing down, ‘here we are. In a fucking horse stable. And, *cough* - am I correct in assuming we’re not going to be mucking it out?’

Her asthma was starting to get the better of her, so she pulled out her puffer and took a couple of hits.

‘We’re going riding. Bareback.’

Aah. That certainly caused a twitch in her loins. It didn’t help her cough, though, and for a moment, it felt like her chest was going to seize up.

Finally, the effects of the inhaler kicked in, and she leaned against a railing, in front of a beautiful Palomino mare. The horse nuzzled against her shoulder, and she gave her a pat.

‘And it’s safe to assume, Mr. Ed, that we won’t be taking the animals out for a moonlight cantor?’

‘That’s ‘Master’, but: yes. Good girl. Open.’

The moonlight glinted off the sugar cube he tossed, and she caught, between her teeth. She crunched it, almost a little too greedily, but she did love being rewarded. The horse whinnied, seemingly jealous that the cube wasn’t for her, but she gave it no mind.

Get your OWN sugar, honey!

‘Bareback, huh?’

‘You’ve got your instructions,’ he said, pulling his tightly-stretched tee off his muscular shoulders.

What more needed to be said? Still, she liked savoring the moment, so took a minute to admire his well-shaped torso, even if she knew that she wasn’t EXPECTED to know what was coming next. Years they may have shared between them, but he’d certainly been diligent about not allowing the ravages of time to take hold. He was in better shape than most men his age, and she loved him for it.

For that, and everything about him, actually.

‘Maybe you need clarification?’ He was now down to his briefs that sported an outline of his cock which was enough to give most mammals in the vicinity a run for their money.

‘Err – no, sorry – just distracted.’ She realized she was absent-mindedly stroking the in-seam of her jeans when he broke her from her reverie, and her fingers felt like they were covered in condensation. Perhaps things hadn’t become as staid as she thought!

Aah, the wonders of a horses stable – who would’ve thought?

The cool, slightly damp night air grabbed hold of her nipples when she unbuttoned her blouse, causing them to arch. She imagined his teeth, biting her savagely, the way he liked to when on the verge of losing control. And how she wanted him to lose control; to control her and bend her around his will. Though their physical relationship was important, their union went deeper than that. With every encounter they had; every time they made contact, their spiritual union strengthened as well. It was difficult to put into words, but she could feel it, and knew he did, too.

Struggling to pull off her jeans, the condensation between her legs wafted through the stable like Friday night in Judea. She had just shaved, but the absence of panties meant her female essence had completely soaked the crotch of her pants. Such a wondrous, sensorial thing, was womanhood!

With her rounded tum and full breasts now glowing in the moonlight, she had trouble meeting his eyes – as she always did when she presented herself. Not that it was an intentional sign of respect, it was just something that harked back to her childhood years – linked to a memory fragment she only wished she could forget.

Fortunately, their bond hadn’t transcended the psychic. He had other things on his mind, as evidenced by his now fully erect cock, and what seemed like labored breathing as he stared intently at her. She was his, of that there was no question. What sealed their fate was his apparently undiminished desire, to spite everything.

‘Oh, you DID bring the crop in tonite, huh?’ she said, breaking a smile.

After throwing the bridle over his shoulder, he’d pulled the riding crop out from behind a hay bale.

‘Thought it might come in handy.’

She couldn’t help fingering herself now, watching him slap the crop against the palm of his hand. She could almost feel him working himself up while watching her masturbating. And even though she thought she ought to ask permission, she couldn’t keep her fingers from between her slippery lips if she’d tried. If it mattered to him, he’d say something.

His twitching cock was the only sign she needed, though. Was that a pearl of pre-cum winking at her at the end of his throbbing glans? Perhaps the victor would be the victim tonite, for a change.

‘On your hands and knees.’

He couldn’t have asked sooner. Feeling light-headed from the hay dust, on top of her pre-orgasmic state, she was grateful to be where she could be better balanced.

Her relief was short-lived, however.

‘Aahh!’

The sting of the crop took her by surprise, even though she recognized the sound of the swish in the split-second before it connected with her left buttock.

‘Just a warm-up, darling – to make sure you’re paying attention.’

*Crack!*

Against her right buttock.

‘For good measure.’

Aah. Well, this certainly was getting her in ‘the zone’! Surely they hadn’t come all this way, crouching in a stinky barn, just for a good paddling, though?

*Crack!*

That one hurt. Perpendicular to her vertical opening, which now trembled, as was the rest of her body. She was good at keeping control, though, having learned to grit her teeth and bit her lips, even when it hurt like hell. Sucker for punishment, and unashamedly so.

And then she felt it. As he grabbed her pony tail and pulled her head forcefully back, her mouth opened automatically. The cold, smooth metal clanked between her teeth in the same instant, causing her to gag reflexively. She moaned as the leather of the bridle was secured around her head, and that swooning sensation that overtook her just before orgasm began welling up inside.

‘Not without permission,’ he said, straddling her. ‘Never without permission.’

Wouldn’t THAT be a neat trick?