She blushed. I rode up under her, turning her so she faced forward. The rope was within reach, so I slowly lowered her back down until she sat in front of me. I untied her bound hands.
“That, my little one, was how they used to put knights in shining armour onto their horses. But you were much nicer to put on a horse, than an old tin can knight.” My arms under hers and holding the reigns, I nudged Lollipop forward and out into the farmyard.
***
We rode along the riding path in a steady canter. swallow had told me she knew how to ride horses, and indeed she did. But she was positively squirming in front of me, her breathing a series of ragged breaths.
Undoubtedly, naked and bareback to the gait of a horse did something for her beyond just riding pleasure. I leaned over and kissed her neck. “Enjoying yourself?”
“I’m… I’m… going to… come…” she gasped back.
I pulled Lollipop to a stop, grinning, but her squirming continued. I reached down between her legs. She was drenched. And my hand there didn’t help as she rubbed hard and cried out in her pleasure. A wave of her scent wafted up. I could feel myself harden quickly inside my jeans. And her ass rubbing against it didn’t help.
Lollipop looked to his side, seeming to take a look at her ecstasy, and snorted. I laughed.
***
I sat on the bank of the stream that ran through the farm. Lollipop stood further downstream to drink, and swallow playfully splashed in the cool water, a refreshing respite from the afternoon sun. She looked at me, her hair wet, her skin glistening with droplets of water, her eyes mischievous. “Come swim, my Lord!”
“I prefer to stay dry, my little one,” I replied. Under the shade of a tree, on a log seat, with a water nymph frolicking before me, I was satisfied with where I was.
“Just a little bit, my Lord?” she asked innocently, before sending a wave of cold water up the bank at me. Then she turned and ran giggling up the stream.
The insolent little minx! I raced after her. In my boots and jeans, running in the stream was hard work. But damned if I was going to let that little tart splash me like that. I caught up with her, catching an arm. But she was naked, wet, slippery as a fish, and determined to escape. I resolved to hold on, finally hauling her over my shoulder. She wriggled. I brought a stinging slap against her ass that sent an echo across the farm. She howled, but stopped.
I trooped back onto land, and carried her back to where we were. Lollipop looked up from his drinking, and shook his head of water, and neighed. “Oh, be quiet, you,” I snapped at him. Damn smart-assed horse.
I set her on her feet. “Kneel!” I ordered.
From the tone of my voice, swallow knew I wasn’t just playing anymore. Well, at least turning on my serious Dom side. And she knew she was in trouble. She dropped to her knees. I tilted her head up and glared at her. Her lips quivered, and she looked away. “Look at me,” I commanded. She obeyed. “Perhaps we need to teach you a little lesson, naughty little sub.”
“I’m sorry, my Lord. I won’t do it again.” she pleaded. “I’m so sorry, sir!”
I glowered at her. Maybe it was about time she learned a thing or two about respect. I sat back down on the log. “Come here.” She stood and walked over. “Over my knees.” She realized what was coming up as she did so. “Over the knees, bare bottom spanking, two baker’s dozen.” I announced her punishment. She squirmed. “Three dozen.” She stopped.
I lay a palm on one white fleshy moon, squeezing it to test its resilience. Firm and springy to the touch. Made for spanking. I brought my hand up and down in a single motion, letting the flat palm strike her square over the cheek. It quivered and the sharp burst of noise echoed. In rhythmic time, my hand rose and fell, alternating her ass cheeks for thirty nine strokes.
At first she was silent, but soon that turned to sniffles, sobs, and cries. But as the punishment neared an end, and her ass glowing red, I felt her squirm over my knee, her thighs rubbing together less as if in pain and more in pleasure, and that faint whiff of her sexuality reached my nose. As the last spank echoed, I slipped my hand between her legs. She was wet. A low moan escaped her lips, partly from the sensation of her spanking, but it was tinged with pleasure.
I leaned down and kissed one ass cheek, then the other. Long lingering kisses, wetted with my tongue. My sign to her that she was punished and forgiven, and she was still cherished and loved.
I gently rubbed a palm over her ass cheeks, comforting them before slipping between her legs again. She responded to my touch, undulating her hips and rubbing herself against my hand. One finger, then two, I slipped them into her. Her hands clutched at my leg as she moved her hips. “Ohhh!” came her cry, and I felt her muscles constrict around my fingers as I pushed them in and out. “My Lord… I’m so sorry, my Lord… and I love you so! OHHH!”
And for a second time that afternoon, she came.
***
We stood in the middle of the stream, my arms wrapped around her. I had shed my clothes and lay them out in the sun to dry. I smiled down at her. She looked up at me, and smiled back shyly. “I didn’t expect a spanking to become so pleasurable, my Lord. Even more so than my first belt strapping.”
“Depends on the circumstances, little swallow. I’m sure pleasure was far from your mind when you were spanked as a child.”
“Yes, that is true. And I really am sorry for what I did, My Lord. I was behaving inappropriately for a sub.”
“So glad you recognize that.”
“But, my Lord. I knew that before I did it. Yet, I still did it.”
“Because you wanted to see what I would do? Or for the spanking?”
She nodded. “Yes… but not for the spanking, though I ended up enjoying it. It is a strange feeling. I want to be the best sub I can be for you, my Lord. And yet, I know there are times when my playful instinct seems to just click in.”
I hugged her close. “Well, I certainly don’t want a passive little sub!” I laughed. “Your little displays of insolent behaviour and naughtiness will certainly keep me busy.” She reached around to scratch a well-spanked and itchy ass. I playfully grabbed one of the fleshy globes and squeezed lovingly. “And we will keep your backside a warm glowing red to make sure you learn!”
***
I showed her the extent of my farm, careful not to ride near places where people could see her. We rode, and walked, and talked, and laughed.
As the sun settled downwards, we rode back along the path to the house. Nearing home, I whispered into her ear, “Perhaps you would pleasure me before we reach home?”
She did not need a second invitation. She swung herself around to face me and undid the top of my jeans. My cock was hard as a pole as she freed it from its confines. With a gleam in her eyes, she wriggled herself over me and settled down along my cock. She had been wet and ready for me. Then, to the canter of Lollipop, she bounced up and down over me.
It was a task to hold onto the reigns. For her part, swallow did her best to distract me. Her lithe arms caressed my back, stroking up to my shoulders, and slowly moved to my buttocks, the tinkle of the D-rings of her cuffs touching sounded like wind chimes. She had opened my shirt. With her hot little mouth, she nibbled on my nipples daintily, suckling them, swirling her tongue over them as I had over hers so many times before. And she rode my cock to the horse’s rhythm. Seeming to sense our frantic passions, Lollipop cantered faster. But it was more likely he realized we were close to home, and his mares awaited him.
I groaned out loud, as each step Lollipop took, sent swallow‘s hot tight womb sliding over me. She stopped her ministrations, opting to hold onto me tightly, bouncing herself up and down with passion. My cock cleaved sensuously into her, pushing hard and deep with each step of the horse. For her small stature, she had no problems taking me into her comfortably.
And as we galloped into the farmyard, the pressure in my groin reached overflow. I came, my cock buried to the hilt inside her, filling her with my hot come. I could do nothing but grip the reigns hard, crying out my pleasure for all the farm animals to hear. And swallow clutched me hard against her, her breasts and hard nipples brushing against my chest, as she moved her hips to milk me. And then her gasps and sighs joined mine in mutual pleasure.
The sun slowly set in the horizon as Lollipop slowly paced around the yard. The two of us were oblivious to nothing but the afterglow of our passions. No sweat, dust or darkening evening could distract the close and intimate unity that became of me, and my swallow.
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