The Stables Ch 3

Chapter Three

Emilia had been strapped to the iron bars for an eternity or so it seemed and she had sunk down to the floor by the time that the door opened abruptly. Expecting Tara back, her heart fluttered and her bottom cheeks seemed to ache even more but to her surprise and shame, it was a dark-haired girl wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse who stepped inside, raised her eyebrows at seeing Emilia then ferreted around in the large wooden chest.

"Release me!" snapped Emilia, craning her head as far round as she could.

"I don't think so, girl. Miss Tara would stripe my backside for me with her favourite crop if I was that foolish. You just wait there until she gets back and then if I were you, I would be prepared to be very, very obedient!" replied the girl as she found what she was looking for and headed for the door.

It clattered back into place and Emilia cursed, spirits sinking as she wondered how much longer she would be left unattended. Her arse cheeks still smarted, she felt cold and hungry and she was beginning to need the toilet quite desperately too! Never in her whole life, short as it was, had she been treated so badly and she was determined to find her aunt and get her to take her home immediately when she was finally released from the collar which kept her chained to the iron bar. Angrily, she pulled against the tether but nothing budged at all and she sobbed with frustration.

It was at least another hour before the door opened once more and this time it was Tara who strode in.

"Let me go immediately!" hissed Emilia, pushing herself up on to her feet but still finding herself a good foot shorter than her captor.

"Why? Have you learnt how to be obedient already? I very much doubt it," responded Tara, stepping close and then making the girl shiver as she traced her fingers down her exposed spine and onto her still red bottom cheeks before she unclipped the chain from the iron bars and let Emilia turn round.

"I need to go and say goodbye to my aunt," whispered Emilia, hoping that the woman would allow her to as then she would beg Aunt Rowena to take her away. Surely, her relative would not let her be abused by this Tara woman once she knew what had just happened? She clenched her thighs tightly as a spasm of pain passed through her as the pressure from her bladder had increased markedly over the last few minutes.

"Your aunt has already left, Emilia, and agreed that you should stay here for at least a fortnight," remarked Tara, smiling at the look of absolute shock that flitted across the girl's heart-shaped face.

"A fortnight? But I am only meant to be here for a week!" Emilia expostulated, green eyes widening.

"You are going to be here at the Stables for as long as it takes, young lady... or should I say spoilt brat? Your aunt and uncle have been far too lenient with you and consequently you have grown up to be someone who expects to get what they want when they want it and has no respect for others. That is going to change!"

"You can't talk to me like that!" snapped Emilia before she gasped as Tara's hand whipped out and struck her across the cheeks twice as swiftly as a striking snake.

"I can and I will! Now I am going to take you on a tour of my establishment. You will listen carefully and not interrupt me when I am talking. Do you understand?"

Mulishly, Emilia stayed silent, unwilling to give Tara the satisfaction of replying. Sighing heavily and shaking her head, Tara simply reached out and grasped Emilia's left breast, cupping it in her hand and squeezing gently. Emilia backed up against the iron bars, shivering as she felt their coldness on her skin but Tara stepped forward and teased her fingers up the white softness until they fastened on the girl's nipple. She squeezed that, increasing the pressure and watching Emilia's dark green eyes open wider and wider as the pain mounted. The rubbery bud hardened abruptly and Emilia gasped as a jolt of pure lightning shot through her senses. Her legs weakened and she tried to sink down to the floor but the grip on her aching nipple kept her pinned up against the bars. With her hands still tied behind her back, Emilia was helpless to resist and she looked on in dread mixed with desire as Tara slid her other hand up until it caressed her other breast.

"Pain and pleasure, my dear girl, get oddly intermingled, don't they?" the woman remarked, teasing the erect nub gently with her thumb before she bent forward and placed her lips over it. Emilia sighed at the warmth then squealed as Tara bit the swelling bud, nipping it with her teeth several times before she stepped away and whipped her hand across the milky-white flesh. Pain flashed back through Emilia and she gasped and groaned as Tara spanked her breasts, reddening the skin swiftly and sending heat dancing through the girl's body.

Every smack seemed to concentrate the feeling between Emilia's thighs and she felt her insides almost liquefy in response to the pain. Suddenly, Tara slipped her other hand down the soft skin and into the nest of coppery curls at the juncture of Emilia's thighs, slithering through that dense forest until she felt the wetness of the girl's pussy lips on her palm. She pushed hard into the softness and rubbed her hand back and forth, feeling the girl's body wriggle and writhe gently against the pressure. Little gasps and cries slid out of Emilia's lips at the delightful sweetness of the feeling and she even relished the counteracting pain of the fingers squeezing her nipple once again. A thumb pushed against her swollen clitoris, pad rolling over the pulsing nub and Emilia screamed out in ecstasy and lost control totally. Her bladder released as wave after wave of rapture shuddered through her and a stream of golden fluid stained her thighs and dripped down onto the floor.

"Look at the mess that you have made, girl!" snapped Tara, hiding her smile as she pulled her wet hand away from Emilia's still dripping labial lips. Before the girl could react, Tara thrust her hand over her mouth, making her taste and smell her own pee. Tara rubbed her palm back and forth for a few moments then gripped Emilia's copper curls and forced her down onto her knees and then further, bending her head right down despite the girl's attempts to resist.

"Little puppy dogs who pee where they like get their noses rubbed in it, girl, and I am going to do the same for you!" Tara commented, increasing the pressure on Emilia's head until her face was just touching the flagstoned floor. Emilia started to cry with shame as her face was pushed into the little lake of urine but there was nothing that she could do to prevent it; all she could do was just endure the strangely alluring sensation of the warm waste product of her own body coating her cheeks and lips while the scent pervaded her nostrils.

"Time to go on our tour now, Emilia," stated Tara eventually, releasing her iron grip on the girl's curls. Wearily, tears slithering down her cheeks and mixing with the trickles of golden pee, Emilia raised her body up and stood, eyes looking steadfastly down at the floor.

"I need to get dressed then," Emilia whispered.

"No, you don't, girl. As a trainee at the Stables, you will stay naked until you earn the right to wear clothes by being obedient," replied Tara, reaching out and replacing the short chain connected to the girl's collar with a much longer one that was like a dog lead. She tugged sharply on the lead and Emilia, caught unaware, stumbled forward a couple of paces. Tara opened the door to the small building and pulled again but this time Emilia resisted, fearing the exposure of stepping outside into the open where anybody could see her.

"You will walk out with me, girl, either willingly now or with a very painful posterior in a minute or so after I have taken my strap and used it on those soft bottom cheeks again! Decide which it is to be!"

Emilia hesitated, fear flooding through her at the thought of being subjected to the strap once more. Her buttocks still twinged and ached from her previous experience a couple of hours ago and she realised that another liberal application of the leather on her arse would be even more painful as it would land on already bruised and battered flesh. There seemed no other recourse but to accede to Tara's wishes and so, reluctantly, Emilia took a step forward and then another as she was drawn, by the lead attached to the collar round her neck, out of the door and into the sunshine beyond.