The Stables (Complete Version)

Apologies but have somehow messed up with chapter order and cannot work out how to resubmit and get everything in correct order so thought that the best way would be to put the whole story together! Hope it works out and you enjoy the rest!

Chapter One

The carriage wheels clattered noisily over the cobblestoned driveway as the driver swung into the narrow turning. There was a brief flash of a small sign with the word 'Stables' outlined in gold lettering and Emilia turned her head and smiled at her aunt who was sitting next to her.

"How far is it now, Aunt Rowena?" she inquired excitedly, almost bouncing up and down on the sprung seat of the carriage as she thought about a whole week spent riding horses at the stables.

"You are eighteen, not three, Emilia, so sit still and be patient. It is many years since I have been here; not since I have had the task of looking after you in fact when your mother and father passed away in India. Before that, I was a regular attendee and really enjoyed my time spent learning different ways in which to..."

"Ride?" interrupted Emilia, craning her head out of the window as far as she could.

"Yes, indeed, child," stated her aunt before a small, secretive smile spread across her face as she thought inwardly that for her it had been not the riding but the being ridden that had excited her. She looked at her niece's head of shining coppery curls and the dark green eyes that were always so full of life and mischief and chuckled silently as she wondered just how Emilia would get on during her week. It had certainly changed Rowena's life when she had spent a fortnight there just over twenty years earlier! Memories flooded back and her body quivered in excitement suddenly as the carriage slowed and she caught sight of the familiar buildings ahead. It would be good to see an old and very special friend again even if it was only for a brief period before she had to return to town and the mundane life of being a society hostess for her husband, a merchant banker in the city. Rowena's cheeks flushed a little as she remembered her wilfulness and how she had been tamed and literally brought to heel.

The sudden stopping of the carriage snapped her out of her reverie and she looked around her as the driver got down from the front and brought out the steps for his passengers to dismount.

"Thank you, John," Rowena murmured as the man held his arm out politely for her to use as a balance and she felt excitement course through her as she smelt the scent of the horses. Emilia rushed out of the carriage and was about to make a dash for the nearest stable where a horse's head was poking out until Rowena snapped at her to act with decorum.

"Young ladies of breeding do not dash around, Emilia!" Rowena stated firmly before she missed her niece's eye rolling response because she turned as a voice called out her name.

"Rowena Davenport! At last, you have returned to visit us and this must be your niece?" remarked a tall lady clad all in black which contrasted sharply with her pale gold hair.

"Tara... you don't seem to have changed a bit!" commented Rowena as she looked carefully at the woman whom she had not seen for so long.

"Running the Stables must agree with me then. Now come here and kiss me!" commanded Tara and Emilia watched on in surprise as her aunt, normally so stuffy and staid, hurried forward and kissed the other woman right on her soft lips.

"Has Emilia been told what to expect this week?" inquired Tara in a whisper as the two women embraced.

"Of course not, Tara. I would not dare to go against your instructions... even after all these years!"

"Good although I now have no excuse to punish you, do I?" mused Tara, smiling as her old friend blushed. "Perhaps you can think of one? I am sure that you must have misbehaved a little in the last few years, especially when your husband has been at work all day! I suggest that you make yourself comfortable in my office while I settle your niece in to her new quarters."

"Yes, of course, Tara," murmured Rowena, stepping back and then casting a glance at Emilia and wondering just how she was going to cope with what was about to happen to her. It had been a complete and utter shock to Rowena when her father had left her at the Stables so many years before but she had survived and blossomed. It had turned her from a spoilt child into a polite and obedient young lady so hopefully it would do the same for her niece!

"Follow me, Emilia, and I will get you settled in properly before I go and chat with your aunt for a while," stated Tara and she strode off towards a low, stone building set at a ninety degree angle to the stable block.

"But why aren't we going to see the horses?" moaned Emilia immediately, pouting prettily.

"Because we have other things to do, young lady. You need to earn the right to ride one of my horses!" snapped Tara, striding out faster and making Emilia, after a slight hesitation, scurry in her footsteps.

It was so annoying to be ordered round by adults all the time, thought Emilia. Unfortunately, she would not get her trust fund until she was twenty-five so that left another few years having to stay with her aunt and uncle. Both of them had lost patience with her over the last few years as she had become very determined to do exactly what she wanted regardless of what was deemed correct behaviour. Flirting outrageously at balls and daring to kiss a handsome lieutenant of the Life Guards out in the garden at a dance had been followed by refusing to accompany her aunt on boring visits to her acquaintances, drinking tea and eating tiny cakes. She had made the life of her last couple of tutors a misery by being aggravating and lazy and both had eventually quit. The final straw had come when her aunt had walked in on Emilia terrorising young Charlie, the footman, in the hall cupboard. She had had him backed into the corner, red-faced and trembling as her hands had stroked down the front of his dark trousers. That had earned her a stern talking to from both her aunt and uncle; one that had not had any effect except to make her even more determined to explore her burgeoning sexuality.

Emilia had already discovered the delight of rubbing the tiny protuberance at the top of her slit and dipping her fingers inside her wet pussy. The sweeping rush of rapture that followed always made her long for more and she had made advances to her maid only to be firmly rebuffed and then informed on. The resulting conversation with her aunt had been highly embarrassing and Emilia had been forced to apologise to her maid servant who had then been taken away by Rowena and not replaced.

"Not having a maid will help you appreciate it more when you do have one, Emilia. You can spend the time thinking about what you can ask servants to do and what you cannot!" Aunt Rowena had remarked although as far as Emilia was concerned a servant should do exactly what you told them and if that was to stand naked in the corner while you explored their body then they should damn well be obedient!

The abrupt bump into the back of Tara brought Emilia sharply out of her thoughts and she looked up and found the woman staring down at her disapprovingly.

"You are not here to wander around in a trance, girl! If you do not concentrate when you are in charge of a horse, it could be very dangerous!"

"Really? I have had some experience of riding actually. I have ridden to hounds when we have been at my uncle's country estate," sneered Emilia in response.

"I suppose that you had a groom to look after the animal though and get it ready for you?" stated Tara, chilly blue eyes focusing on Emilia's dark green ones.

"Naturally. That is what servants are for!" Emilia responded and Tara smiled slightly and decided that the next week was going to be very difficult for the girl to survive!

Rowena had found it hard too. Coming from an aristocratic family and then being taught to be obedient in all things had made the adjustment to life at the Stables tricky and Tara remembered comforting the sobbing girl and how that had turned into kissing and cuddling and then the gentle stroking until Rowena had willingly offered her body up. Tara had been just another girl then but one who was on the opposite side, training to take charge, to ride rather than be ridden. That had been her nature and still was and she was looking forward to educating Emilia although it might possibly take more than a single week. Perhaps she would have to talk to Rowena about extending the girl's stay to at least a fortnight?

"Well, unfortunately there are no servants to remove your clothing, girl, so you are going to have to do that all by yourself!" snapped Tara abruptly as she grabbed Emilia by the arm and pushed her into the small building.

"Remove my clothes? What are you on about?" protested Emilia, shrugging off the woman's powerful grip as her eyes darted wildly around, examining the inside of the building. Apart from a narrow passageway down the middle containing a large, wooden chest, it was split into six small spaces, each one barely big enough for the uncomfortable iron bedsteads that occupied it. There was no other furniture and each room, if it could be called that, was open on all sides as the walls just consisted of iron bars running down from the ceiling to the floor.

"Take off your clothes and then I might give you some new ones, Emilia," stated Tara patiently, allowing her new trainee a bit of latitude.

"Not a chance! I like this dress and it is perfectly suitable for riding in! Just let me out of here immediately," raged Emilia. "I am going to go home with my aunt!"

"No, you are not, girl. You are going to stay with me and learn how to be obedient, just like your aunt did many years ago."

Emilia assimilated that intriguing piece of information, green eyes narrowing, and then she tried to dart past the formidable figure in front of her. Tara was prepared for the move though and caught the girl's arm and swiftly twisted it up behind her back while she used her momentum to run her face first into the bars of one of the rooms.

"Get off me!" hissed Emilia, face reddening as she tried in vain to slither away. Tara ignored the girl's protestations and forced her down to her knees, gripping her neck tightly in one hand while the other held her wrist up behind her back. Straddling Emilia suddenly, Tara wound a strip of leather round the girl's wrist then forced the other one up behind her back too and tied it securely to the first one. Taking a dog collar from the wooden chest, she clipped that round Emilia's throat and then tightened it up, forcing the girl's head up as the thick leather bit into her soft skin. Dragging Emilia up onto her feet despite her struggles, Tara pushed her back against the bars then attached a little chain to the collar's metal ring where the lead would normally go then attached the clip on the other end of the chain around one of the bars thus trapping the girl completely.

"There is always something worse to follow if you don't obey, Emilia!" Tara whispered in the sobbing girl's ear. "As you would not remove your clothes, I am going to do it for you now. You had the choice and you failed to be obedient so then I am going to punish you as well!"

Emilia went wild, pulling against the chain that connected her to the bars and trying to wriggle out of the leather thong that bound her hands. She screamed out in anger and frustration but Tara just stood back and watched her coolly, years of experience telling her that the girl would soon wear herself out. It did take several minutes but finally Emilia stopped shouting and wriggling and stood facing the iron bars, face as red as a tomato and heaving in deep breaths.

"I think that it will take some time to teach you the art of self control, girl, but I do like a challenge," murmured Tara, stepping forward and undoing the top button on the back of Emilia's dress. She unfastened the next two before the girl realised what was happening and started wriggling again, trying to forestall the inevitable. Tara smiled and continued slowly to undo the buttons, pushing Emilia forward into the unyielding bars every so often if she squirmed too much.

"Don't you dare!" snapped Emilia as Tara started to slide the silken material off her shoulders.

"I don't think that you are in any position to make demands or issue threats, young lady! Think to yourself for a moment and consider, is what I am doing any worse than having your maid undress you at home? Doesn't she see you naked? I am sure that she did before she was taken away because you tried to make her submit to you or was it the other way round as I heard that you wished to kiss her all over?"

"Who told you that?" whimpered Emilia, blushing furiously as she remembered how the maid, just a few years older, had stood there like a statue for a moment as she had kissed her. Emilia had then sunk down on her knees and pressed her face against the woman's thighs and that had broken the spell as the maid had backed away and gone to tell her aunt... who it seemed must have told this horrible woman at some point!

"Yes, your dear aunt told me in her letter. She also informed me about the footman you trapped in the cupboard, Emilia. Reputation is everything for a woman of your social standing and fooling around with servants will get you a very bad one indeed! The Stables will teach you control and discipline but also how to be obedient and serve your betters... like me and whomever I deem to be worthy of enjoying you!"

Emilia was still trying to work out what the woman was on about as her dress slithered off her shoulders and pooled around her hips. She smiled slightly to herself as it got stuck, rejoicing in the tiny victory but then her heart sank as Tara produced a pair of scissors from the chest and cut the material away, leaving Emilia just in her stockings and the silk, almost sheer, chemise that barely covered her bottom cheeks. Tara smiled at the sight then slowly lifted up the silken undergarment. Emilia went wild once more, pulling against the leather collar round her neck but all she managed to do was to hurt herself as there was no way she was going to manage to unclip it from the bars without the use of her hands. Tara pulled the shift higher then started to cut it with the scissors, snipping away steadily until it fell away in two pieces and left the girl in just her silk stockings, pert white buttocks fully on display and ready to suffer.

Waiting for a few moments until Emilia had calmed down once more, Tara announced sternly, "I was going to spank you for your misbehaviour, Emilia!"

"Spank me? If you lay a finger on me then I will..." Emilia's voice tailed away into nothingness as she tried to think of an appropriate threat.

"Tell your dear aunt perhaps? The lady who arranged for you to come here so that your behaviour could be improved? I don't think that she would care even if you were able to tell her, my dear spoilt girl. As I was saying, I was going to spank you but I have decided..."

Emilia heaved out a sigh of relief which made Tara's smile widen before she continued, "I have decided to use a strap instead of my hand as I think you need a sharp reminder to encourage obedience in future! A quick dozen before I go and see your aunt and have a long conversation with her about how she wishes you to be trained!"

Emilia begged and pleaded, embarrassing herself as she tried to avoid being punished. It had always worked with her aunt previously but Tara was implacable; an unmoving rock adamantly resisting Emilia's flood of words. Hearing noises behind her, Emilia craned her head round as much as she could then shivered as she watched Tara pick out a broad leather strap split into two at the end from the wooden chest. It dangled threateningly from her hand as she calmly informed her victim that it was known as a tawse.

"Please... don't!" pleaded Emilia in one final attempt to dissuade the woman but it was to no avail and then she was squealing out in agony as the heavy leather swung through the air and caressed her bottom cheeks with its twin tails. The breath whooshed out of Emilia's mouth as her buttocks shook under the impact and Tara watched in appreciation as a broad swathe of vivid red blossomed on the girl's pale white skin.

"Eleven more strokes to go, Emilia, unless I decide to add more on because you have failed to count the number and then thank me. Repeat after me... One, thank you, Miss Tara."

Obdurately, Emilia shook her head, refusing to submit so Tara just smiled and swung the tawse once more, whipping it almost lazily across the pert bottom cheeks and revelling in the scream that burst from the girl's soft lips.

"Say it or that stroke will not count either, girl!" Tara snapped as Emilia writhed against the metal bars. No sound came so Tara swished the tawse across the reddening flesh again and Emilia broke, sobbing out the words as pain overwhelmed her, stinging her soft skin like a thousand angry bees. The next stroke whipped over her aching arse cheeks and she squealed once more then managed to force out the count and add her tormentor's name on too despite the pain that mushroomed in her brain. The next few minutes were agonising as Tara played the leather across Emilia's naked flesh. Each stroke made the girl cry out as the sharp agony sliced into her defenceless skin and then came the added humiliation of acknowledging the woman who was creating the pain with skilful flicks of her strong wrist.

"A full dozen plus two has made your bottom look lovely, my dear Emilia. Positively glowing with life," remarked Tara, teasing her hand over the heated skin and feeling the warmth suffuse her palm. The soft skin almost danced under her fingers and she wickedly slipped her hand between the girl's lightly parted thighs and touched her slit. It was wet, positively dripping with moisture and Tara rubbed along its length then pulled her fingers away and sniffed ostentatiously by Emilia's ear before remarking on the scent and slipperiness, adding, "Such a response means that you are a submissive, girl, just like your aunt! I am going to enjoy teaching you just as much, I think!"

Leaving Emilia still attached to the bars by the collar and chain and naked apart from her silken stockings, Tara left the little building, smiling widely as she thought about the delights to come. Emilia, tears running down her face and dripping onto the cold iron bars, tried to fight off the stinging sensations that suffused her skin while she also tried to deny Tara's accusation despite the pulsing in her clitoris. Hadn't she fought against the woman? How did that make her submissive then? Perhaps the wetness in her pussy was just some accident? But as the minutes passed, the heat in her body increased rather than dissipated and Emilia just wished that she had her hands free and could tease her sopping slit into ecstasy like she often did during the long night hours. Shifting position slightly, she pushed her legs either side of the cold metal bars and tried to rub her soft slit on the hard iron but, to her dismay, she could not achieve quite the right position and so frustration at her failure added to her tears of self-pity.

Chapter Two

"How is she?" inquired Rowena as soon as Tara walked in through the door of her own office and sat behind her desk.

"Sore but learning, Rowena! Just like you and I did all those years ago! I am amazed that you have not taught her how to behave yourself though!"

"I just can't, my dear Tara. Every time that I think I should spank her to show her the error of her ways, I think about how she lost her mother and father at such a tender age. My sister was so against corporal punishment that I don't feel that I can go against her wishes even though she has been dead for nigh on fifteen years!"

"What about your husband? Why don't you let him chastise her if you are too soft-hearted?" inquired Tara as one of her trainees brought in a tea tray and set it down on the desk.

"He spends most of his time in work," murmured Rowena.

"Leaving you unsatisfied, I think?"

Rowena blushed and Tara laughed then asked, "So have you strayed?"

"No, well... only..."

"Only what?"

"Only with my maid occasionally," responded Rowena, going scarlet as she glanced up and found Tara's bright blue eyes observing her dispassionately.

"How very hypocritical of you, Rowena! Isn't that why you brought Emilia here? I can see that I need to take you in hand too, don't I?"

Rowena nodded and Tara laughed again before ordering her old friend to stand up and to lace her fingers together behind her neck.

"Don't move them away or I will get my heaviest cane and reacquaint your bottom with it, Rowena! When did your husband last discipline you?"

"Nearly a year ago after I spent too much money in Paris on a shopping trip," Rowena answered, voice spiralling higher in excitement at the thought of being under Tara's authority once again even if it was only for a short while.

"And did he have you afterwards? Plough your furrow with his big cock?"

"Yes," whispered Rowena before she hissed as Tara whipped her palm across her face sharply.

"I should not have to remind you, should I?"

"Yes, Miss Tara," said Rowena, suddenly transported back in time as she remembered meeting the tall, willowy girl for the first time.

It had been in the small building where her niece was now confined. Rowena had obediently removed her clothes when asked by the lady in charge of the Stables then, Miss Ruth, and been left in one of the cages for hours, feeling cold and miserable. Tara had sauntered in, dressed in a short black skirt and crisp white blouse with a crop in her gloved hands. A distant relative of Miss Ruth, Tara had taken to the delights of the Stables eagerly, soon learning that she loved to inflict pain as a way of increasing pleasure for submissive girls. Nothing delighted her more than teasing a submissive towards ecstasy unless it was enjoying her own rapture as a girl licked and sucked at her soft centre.

Tara knew immediately that Rowena was remembering what had occurred in the past as her light grey eyes glazed over slightly. There had been so many trainees since but Rowena had been Tara's very first one and that was the one you always remembered! Miss Ruth had left Tara solely in charge and she had broken Rowena quickly, making her admit to her desires and then had turned her into an excellent slave, able to use her tongue to drive her mistress to distraction. It had been a sad day when she had had to leave; taken away by her mother to be wed and although they had communicated by letter occasionally, they had not seen each other since. There was a lot of wasted time to recoup, Tara decided as she picked up the wooden horse brush from her desk and fitted her hand into the strap across its back.

"Do you remember this?" she asked, displaying the brush to Rowena and smiling as the other woman's eyes opened wide.

"Yes, Miss Tara," replied Rowena, swallowing hard as she thought back to the way the brush had titillated and teased her flesh so often.

"I thought that you would, my dear Rowena. Now, take your hands off your neck, unbutton your blouse and remove it then return your hands to where they were!" snapped Tara.

Rowena obeyed instantly, still conditioned after all the intervening years to do exactly what her old mistress ordered. Her fingers fumbled nervously at the tiny mother-of pearl buttons for a few moments than she slipped off her blouse and placed her hands behind her neck again, eyeing the brush askance.

"Hmm, not as flattering as your niece's sheer chemise!" remarked Tara, reaching out and stroking the brush gently over the lace material for a second or two before she slipped off the shoulder straps and let the garment slide down to Rowena's waist. "Still such lovely breasts though and I always loved how your nipples became erect with just the thought of being played with!"

Rowena groaned as the brush slipped over her naked skin, caressing her breasts with the bristles. She knew that it would get harder and start to hurt but she relished that prospect and the challenge of trying to cope with the sweetness of the pain that would flow through her body. An ache started in her nipples and shot down into her groin as the brush teased over her hard bud before it scraped down her white breast and left pink marks on her soft skin. Again and again, Tara teased the bristles over the woman's flesh, making the pale milk-whiteness redden and eliciting little gasps of pain from her victim.

Would Rowena cry as she had so many times before? Including that very first time when Tara had gone into her cage, pushed her back against the bars and brushed her naked body. She had fought then for a few moments, trying to protect her soft skin from the assault of the hard bristles but Tara had pinned her down and relentlessly brushed her body from head to toe, establishing her dominance and that had set the tone of their relationship ever since.

"Remove your skirt and the chemise now, Rowena!" commanded Tara and the woman hurried to obey, allowing both garments to fall to the floor in an untidy heap around her ankles before she returned her hands to her neck. Tara stared at the nearly-naked figure, drinking in the luxuriant bush of dark curls and the pale white thighs that were still slender and toned despite the advancing years.

"It is good to see that you have not let your body go to seed, Rowena. So many ladies do and therefore fail to attract their husbands any more as they enter their forties. Now, go and bend over my desk, legs wide apart please!"

Rowena moved across to the desk, blushing furiously at the familiar shame of being naked in front of someone else. It excited her too and she could feel her pussy moistening in response as she leant forward, reaching over the desk and then gripping onto the far side as she waited to feel Tara's hard hand on her bottom cheeks. So many times before she had experienced it but not for far too long and she found herself relishing the renewed battle between her submissive nature and Tara's tormenting, teasing dominance. To her surprise, it was not a hand that touched her bottom but the brush and she gasped as the bristles scraped painfully over her soft skin. She wriggled a little in response as pain slithered into her senses every time that the brush scraped down her arse and the back of her thighs, irritating the soft flesh yet sending excitement flowing into her body too.

Tara concentrated on one cheek at a time, running the bristles down then back up and feeling her old friend tremble as her skin reddened steadily. She increased the pressure and little gasps and moans slipped out of Rowena's lips and wafted gently around the room. Tara moved her hand faster, adding to the woman's sweet agony and the flesh coloured even more, darkening to a rich red colour as the blood was encouraged to flow to the surface in response to the bristles sensitising the skin. It was delightful to watch and exciting to hear the little cries of pain and passion that seeped out despite Rowena's best efforts to control herself. Then it became even more arousing as Tara slipped the brush between the woman's spread thighs and started to rub the bristles agonisingly over the soft, sensitive lips of Rowena's wet slit.

"Oh, please, no!" Rowena squeaked out as the bristles tormented her softness.

"Now, no isn't a word that I accept from my submissives, is it, Rowena?" murmured Tara coldly, tutting a little as she scraped the brush harder over the tender pussy lips.

"I am sorry, Miss Tara, but it is agonising!" replied Rowena, hoping desperately that her old friend would take pity on her.

"Good then I will do it for longer so that you can become accustomed to it and slightly desensitised. Any more complaints and I will have to use it very hard indeed until your pussy is red raw and swollen. That would make you very uncomfortable on your long journey back to the city, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, Miss Tara," whispered Rowena, trying to fight back tears as the brush rubbed infuriatingly along her puffy pussy lips once more.

It was a torturous and teasing ten minutes before Tara stopped using the brush and by then, Rowena's labia felt incredibly tender whilst tears were pouring down her cheeks at the pain. Yet, despite that, her pussy oozed delicate dribbles of love juice and she sighed with pleasure as Tara slid her hand in between the soft thighs and patted the squelchy slit gently.

"Still so easy to arouse, Rowena? I think I am going to punish you for being wet without asking your mistress first! I will be kind and let you choose though between the cane, the strap or the riding crop! Which one is it to be?"

Rowena swallowed hard, trying to remember which had hurt the most. Her husband normally used his hand or the back of her own hairbrush which stung like the devil when it landed on her soft arse cheeks. Tara was adept at using all three, Rowena knew all too well. Her true submissive side kicking in suddenly, she wondered which would please her mistress the most to use and eventually decided on the riding crop.

"My favourite, Rowena, so thank you for choosing it. I am sure that you will be delighted to know that I have a nice new one to try out. It has a longer leather piece at the end which should leave better marks and increase the pain. Wait there whilst I go and get it from the stable yard."

Rowena waited patiently, shivering slightly as her body remembered the pain that a riding crop, expertly wielded, could inflict on her tender flesh. It had been in her second week at the Stables that Tara had first used the fearsome weapon, flicking it painfully against Rowena's wobbling bottom cheeks as she had run round on the end of a short rope being schooled into obedience. Afterwards, it had been almost a daily occurrence for Rowena to fall foul of her mistress in one way or another and then the crop had been used liberally, leaving livid red marks wealing the pale whiteness of her arse. Now, after many years, she was going to suffer once again.

The door creaked open and Tara strode back in, fingers sliding up and down the length of the crop.

"A nice round dozen I think should be applied to this bottom, Rowena. Make sure that you count out clearly or I will have to start all over again!"

"Yes, Miss Tara," muttered Rowena, gripping the edge of the desk tightly as she waited for the pain to blossom in her vulnerable buttocks. The end of the crop lightly touched her soft skin and rested there for a few moments before it was whisked away and then back down, striking the already reddened flesh and leaving a raised welt on the surface as Rowena squealed. Somehow, she managed to stammer out the required mantra, thanking her mistress for the stroke and Tara smiled and whipped the crop down once again. Agony flared in Rowena's bottom cheeks and shot through her senses, exploding in her brain an instant later. Tears welled up in her pale green eyes and she gasped, squirming against the hard wood of the desk as she tried to cope with the pain flooding into her system. Stuttering out the number and thanking her mistress, Rowena waited, bottom cheeks shaking, as the crop was raised high once more.

Tara cut high across the top of her victim's buttocks and then low, just striking at the juncture of bottom cheek and thigh. Rowena howled at both and Tara smiled, enjoying the reaction of her old submissive as she became reacquainted with the delight of the crop landing on her soft flesh. Every stroke was an absolute pleasure to deliver and all too soon, Tara reached the final one, laying down the crop on the desk as she slid her hand up between Rowena's parted thighs and found her soaking wet. She pushed two fingers up inside the sopping slit then added a third whilst the woman wriggled against her hand and gave little cries of pain and pleasure. Stretching the puffy labial lips further, Tara eased her little finger inside then started to push her thumb in, feeling Rowena shiver in response. Wider and wider, Tara spread the plump pussy lips, insinuating her thumb up into the wetness as the elastic walls parted and surrounded her fingers with sponginess. Little cries seeped out of Rowena's parted lips; unintelligible murmurs of lust and desire as, inch by inch, Tara's hand slid in until the greedy, gaping slit sucked it in entirely and then closed around her wrist tightly. Tara eased her hand back and forth, feeling the slick innards slither on her flesh as she reached round and slid her other hand onto Rowena's dark pubic curls, splaying her fingers wide as she moved them further and further down until she found the throbbing button of the woman's clitoris. Rowena gasped as she felt the pressure on her swollen bud and delightful tremors ran up and down her spine as Tara tapped gently on it while sliding her hand deep into her pussy. Tara built up a rhythm, thrusting hard and deep into the woman's spread slit then easing her hand out until the pussy lips gaped wide before sliding it back in. All the time, her fingers teased the pulsing nub until Rowena could not take any more. She screamed in absolute delight as her orgasm shuddered through her and Tara pressed down hard on her throbbing clit and felt it judder and jerk as ripples of rapture coursed through her old friend's body and exploded in her brain.

Afterwards, Rowena knelt submissively at Tara's feet and licked her mistress' hand clean, tasting her own sweet juices and revelling in the servile nature of the act. When she was clean, Tara told Rowena to get dressed before announcing that she would definitely need Emilia for longer than just a week.

"I suggest a fortnight, Rowena, but it may need even longer to turn her into a perfect submissive; one who is ready to be married off or owned by someone of her own sex possibly. Have you any thoughts on the matter? Any preference?"

"Not really, Tara. My husband and I will be leaving her all of our estate so she does not need to marry for money."

"Do you ever wish that you had stayed here with me instead of having to get married, Rowena?" inquired Tara thoughtfully, stroking her friend's cheeks gently.

"I do, Tara, but with no money behind either of us, how would we have managed? Nobody knew then that you would inherit the Stables and make it so successful and I, though from an old aristocratic family, had no inheritance at all as my father had gambled it all away. James, my husband, ended up paying off my father's debts when he married me. He always reminds me of it too!" stated Rowena rather bitterly.

"I always thought that he was not the right person for you, Rowena. You needed someone more dominant. James just played at it in my opinion! He should have had you whipped and caned often, made you crawl to him and then refused you until you begged and promised to do anything he wished. That is what your soul really wants and needs!"

Rowena nodded her head in mute agreement and then felt tears roll down her cheeks as Tara told her to rise before kissing her farewell.

"Come back in a fortnight, Rowena, and see the progress that Emilia has made!" ordered Tara and Rowena, excitement in her heart, willingly agreed before she stepped outside and got back into her waiting carriage. All the way home, she considered Tara's insightful comments about what she really needed, mind closed to the beautiful scenery as she wondered what she could do to make her own life more satisfying. An idea came to her as a sign loomed into view while the carriage clattered down the narrow lane and she brightened up, smiling slightly as she thought about how to get James to agree.

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.

Chapter Four

Tara walked across the open courtyard in front of the stable block, pulling the hapless Emilia after her. The girl kept her eyes down, staring fixedly at the ground, body shivering despite the warmth of the sun.

"My office and living quarters is over there in the stone lodge," declared Tara, pointing to the right as they headed towards the long, low outline of the stable block. "In front of us we have the stables themselves and behind the trees over there is an outdoor exercise yard for the horses."

Emilia looked up for a moment and saw a couple of equine faces staring back at her incuriously and, for just a moment, she forgot about the awful predicament that she was in and imagined herself riding around happily on the back of one of the beautiful creatures. Then Tara tugged her forward again and remarked, "Now we shall go in and I will introduce you to some of your fellow trainees!"

"No, please, not like this. You can't!" protested Emilia, face reddening instantly at the idea of being seen.

Tara simply tugged on the lead hard and sent Emilia stumbling forward then pushed her down to the ground and started to slap the end of the dog lead on her bottom cheeks.

"I told you not to interrupt, didn't I? You certainly do not tell me what I can and cannot do, girl!" stated Tara coldly, making Emilia squeal as the leather end of the lead sliced across her thighs and buttocks hard and fast.

Emilia sobbed pitifully as the pain slithered into her senses but it was more from humiliation and the fear of being seen without any clothes on. Not that she had any reason to be ashamed of her young body with its unblemished skin and pert breasts and buttocks but the strictures of moralistic Victorian society had permeated her mind. There was a tiny bit of her character though that relished the thought of being on display and an odd fluttery feeling rippled through her body as Tara pulled her up onto her feet and tugged her forwards once more. Her bottom and thighs throbbed with pain and she swallowed hard as she saw the livid red weal left on the pale-white skin of her thigh by the leather lead. Excitement and fear coursed through her body as every step took her closer to entering the stable block and being on display for the strangers within.

Tara pushed open a heavy wooden door and held it until Emilia stepped through before allowing it to swing closed with a dull thud. Emilia glanced upwards and found herself looking at a long corridor with what she assumed to be horse stalls with stable doors on one side. Pulled along by Tara, Emilia looked into the first stall and found it empty then felt her mind go blank with fear as she heard something from the next one along when they were still a few feet away.

"Rebecca, this is our new trainee, Emilia," announced Tara when she was level with the opening to the next stall. Emilia tried to cringe away, blushing furiously at the thought of being seen naked although part of her mind was relieved to discover that it was another girl and not a man.

"I have already seen her, Miss Tara, when I popped in to take something out of the chest," drifted a voice from inside and then Emilia was tugged inside by Tara and found herself face to face with the dark-haired girl once more.

Her eyes flickered past the clothed Rebecca though and her mouth opened wide in shock and surprise as she saw the figure of a naked girl tied over a bale of hay, legs spread wide apart by a spreader bar attached to her slim ankles.

"Is that Molly?" inquired Tara.

"Yes, Miss Tara. She was slow yesterday when milking so I am teaching her to try harder."

"Excellent. Carry on, Rebecca, while we watch. Perhaps Emilia here will learn something and spare herself the pain of being taught! We will just go and observe from the side."

"Of course," replied Rebecca before she turned her attention back to her work, flexing the short whip she held in her hand so that it cracked gently in the air.

Molly's striped bottom cheeks wobbled in response and Emilia frowned, wondering why the tethered girl's head was bobbing up and down desperately. She found out when Tara pulled her down the side of the bale of hay, colouring up furiously as she watched Molly's mouth slide over a piece of carved ivory that stuck up like a flagpole from a solid block of wood.

"Take more of it in, Molly," commented Rebecca, lazily swinging the whip and cracking it expertly across the twitching bottom cheeks of the hapless girl. A muffled groan burst out of Molly's mouth and she jerked forward slightly and managed to slither more of the ivory inside her. Another stroke of the whip flicked across her exposed cheeks and a red weal blossomed into prominence, standing out beautifully on the white skin. Emilia watched on in horrified fascination and she felt her insides go oddly warm at the thought of being in the same undignified position herself. Would Miss Tara do that to her? Swallowing hard, Emilia saw the whip descend once more and then stared as a solitary pearl of pain rolled down the girl's cheek and dripped into the bale of hay beneath her.

"She is coming on, Rebecca. Give her less of the whip now that she is using her mouth properly and more gentling instead," commented Tara and the girl in charge nodded, allowed her whip to fall across the smooth skin once more then stepped forward and started to run her hands over the soft surface of Molly's bottom cheeks.

"Molly has been with us for nearly a month now and she has been very slow to realise that she needs to be obedient," remarked Tara after she had led Emilia out of the stall and down the long corridor a little way. "I hope that you will make better progress!"

Emilia's mind was whirling, clouded with the sensual sight of Molly bent over the hay and her mouth bobbing up and down on the long shaft of ivory. She hardly noticed the other stalls as they passed by until they came to the final one before a massive door that Emilia assumed led back outside.

Tara opened the stable door and pulled Emilia in behind her like a half-trained dog and she gasped as she came face to face with a life-sized rocking horse. A girl, naked as the day she was born, was astride it, face contorted strangely as the machine moved gently back and forth, breasts bobbing in time to the movement. A strip of leather was wound round her ankle and led under the belly of the beast and, so Emilia surmised swiftly, to her other ankle thus trapping her on the back of the horse while her hands were bound behind her back, making her sit upright on the saddle.

"So, Lydia, are you enjoying your horse riding exercise this afternoon?" inquired Tara, stretching up and running her fingers down the girl's white thigh. "I believe that you had been complaining that you were not getting enough riding practice so have these last three hours taught you a little humility and patience?"

"Yes, Miss Tara," muttered the dark-haired girl, blushing furiously as she caught Emilia's eyes upon her.

"Rise up on your stirrups, Lydia, so that Emilia here can have a good look at what is happening!" commanded Tara.

"Do I have to, miss?"

"That will be another hour, girl, for questioning my orders!" snapped Tara and the girl sobbed then begged piteously. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though as Tara remained implacable and so, slowly and reluctantly, Lydia pushed herself up on unsteady legs and Emilia's green eyes widened in amazement and awe as she saw the thick ivory shaft and the glistening pink pussy lips that were pierced by it.

"Push the horse hard, Emilia," commanded Tara.

Emilia did so and then watched as the ivory slithered further up inside the girl's stretched labial lips as the horse rocked forward faster. A little sigh slipped from Lydia's mouth and slick fluid dribbled out around the carved head of the phallus as it slithered back out again. In and out, it went as the rocking horse moved back and forth, gradually slowing down until Tara pushed it hard once more.

"Rebecca comes in every quarter of an hour or so and makes sure that the horse is still moving as the clockwork mechanism needs resetting," stated Tara, smiling slightly at Emilia's wide-eyed expression. "How many times have you climaxed, Lydia?"

"Five," mumbled the girl shame-facedly, brown eyes welling up with tears as they met Emilia's.

"Then you should be able to have another couple in the next hour, girl. Perhaps that will stop you complaining in future?" remarked Tara before she pushed the horse hard and pulled Emilia out of the stall. A little wail of desperation followed them and Emilia shuddered at the sound as it echoed along the corridor.

"You are wondering why that is considered a punishment, I suppose?"

Emilia said nothing but Tara just laughed and added, "Imagine how your softness will feel after being used for so long. Each climax saps some strength from your body, girl. Not anything like it does to a man obviously! The first couple will be pleasant and then your legs will weaken and your pussy lips swell whilst your delicate insides will be abraded by the constant movement of the shaft so that in the end, you will beg to be released. When she is freed in an hour or so, Lydia will only be fit to lie down and she will need a day or so to recover. So is that a punishment you will avoid, Emilia, or does the thought fascinate you?"

Turned abruptly to face Tara, Emilia stayed silent, unable to voice her thoughts as they would condemn her instantly. Excitement and desire flowed through her senses at the idea of being astride the rocking horse and it must have showed in her dark green eyes because Tara laughed knowingly then bent forward and kissed her softly on the lips. Emilia felt the tender touch and responded for a moment before she recoiled as far as she could, suddenly aware that what was happening was wrong. She had to fight against her instinctive need though and Tara eyed her thoughtfully then reached out and stroked her fingers across the girl's nipples, finding them standing out like little bullets.

"You, niece of my old friend, are going to be an absolute delight to break and then to mould into the perfect submissive soul. Man or woman, I wonder which will excite you more?" Tara mused, holding the leash in one hand to stop Emilia squirming away from her insistent and skilful fingers. Sliding her fingers down over the girl's flat belly and then into her soft nest of coppery curls, Tara pulled her closer and kissed her once more, delighting in her mastery as Emilia responded, parting her lips and allowing the flickering tongue of the other woman to explore her.

Lost in a world of heat and desire, Emilia moaned softly as fingers stroked gently across her wet slit whilst lips met hers. Tongue tips danced together divinely for a few moments of utter bliss and Emilia felt heated streaks of fire rush through her blood and up into her brain. She knew somewhere in her senses that it was wrong and yet it felt so good and she just could not pull away from the sweet sensations as Tara nuzzled her lips gently whilst slipping one finger inside the puffy labial lips between the girl's soft thighs. Emilia moaned in pleasure as she felt Tara's finger enter her body, slithering easily up and then crooking round until it pressed against her spongy innards. Another followed and they moved in and out slowly and deliberately, teasing Emilia into ecstasy swiftly and she soon felt her legs buckle beneath her as a rapturous rush of desire swept through her flesh and exploded in her mind. Her breath came in short, sharp pants of pleasure and Tara drank them in, sucking on the girl's lips as her climax raced through her body. Emilia could do nothing but shudder and gasp as the skilful fingers slid in and out, rubbing tantalisingly over her swollen clitoris each time until they finally slithered out, coated in glistening wetness.

"It appears that you are no longer a virgin then, Emilia," commented Tara, raising one eyebrow interrogatively as she watched the girl in front of her blush furiously. There had been no resistance at all against her fingers and Tara was curious about just how and when Emilia had lost her maidenhead. It also opened up more possibilities and pleasures now that the girl, like Lydia, had no hymen to protect.

"I am!" responded Emilia adamantly.

"But you have no hymen, girl! No barrier against penetration!"

"I... I..." stuttered Emilia, face as red as a post box as she tried to think how she could frame her response.

"You what? Gave it away to somebody... that junior footman perhaps?"

"No, no. I was using something..."

"You were using your own fingers or somebody else's? Or was there a dildo involved perhaps?"

"A candle," whispered Emilia, head facing the floor in shame as she admitted to her perversity.

"Hmm, you won't be the first or the last with that story to tell, young lady. Some men will be quite happy as there will be less mess on the wedding night while others will see you as damaged goods. More fool them as by the time I have trained this tight little opening, it will be able to milk a man dry perfectly!"

Wiping her fingers dry on Emilia's lips suddenly, Tara moved forward and pulled the girl out through the massive door at the end of the corridor. Emilia was surprised to see an indoor riding arena: pale golden sand covering the floor as if it was a desert. There were some jumps at one end and Emilia's heart leapt at the thought of being able to practise her equine skills. Riding to hounds with her uncle and aunt had been her only previous acquaintance with jumping but as both of her relatives had ensured that they went through gates rather than over them, she had always pined to have a go as she watched others be brave. Now it appeared that she might get the chance... if she behaved herself!

Tugged abruptly back by the leash, Emilia followed Tara as she led the way back down the corridor until they reached the door to the outside. Blushing prettily as she was pulled back out into the open air, Emilia's spirits sank as they approached the small building she had been trapped in before.

"I think it is time for me to get on with running this place now so I will see you tomorrow morning bright and early for your first official training session, Emilia," stated Tara, pulling the reluctant girl in behind her then shutting the door before she removed the girl's collar, lead and cuffs. "One of the other girls will bring you something to eat and drink soon but until then you can rest in here."

Emilia looked askance at the tiny, cell-like space that Tara was pointing at then asked, "Do you mean that I have to stay in there until tomorrow?"

"Indeed you do, Emilia. In you go quickly before I lose patience and have to stripe that pretty bottom with my crop! It will be quiet for a while but then the other girls will be in here too!"

Reluctantly, head hanging low, Emilia walked into the room and then shivered as the door clanged shut behind her, trapping her as the lock clicked. As Tara walked out of the building, Emilia sank down onto the thin mattress and stared out in despair into the cell next to her. It hardly seemed real to her; only that morning she had been waking up in a comfortable bed in her luxuriously-furnished bedroom but now she was going to have to get used to the Spartan life. A solitary sphere of sorrow trickled down her cheek then another and she laid down on the mattress and closed her eyes, trying to squeeze the tears back to where they had come from.

Chapter Five

Emilia was woken up abruptly by the sound of the door to her little room clanging loudly and she stared blearily up at Rebecca who smiled sardonically back and placed a bowl on the floor. The contents were steaming gently and Emilia watched the vapour rising for a few moments until the tall girl grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off the mattress and onto the floor.

"You get down and eat your food out of the bowl, girl, until you have become a prefect like me. Come on, eat up or I will take it away again and give it to one of the others!" Rebecca snapped, pointing through the bars.

Emilia turned slightly and saw both Molly and Lydia looking back at her with hungry eyes, mouths ringed with traces of food as they sat on their haunches, hands behind their backs, breasts crowned with erect pink nipples that she suddenly wanted to suck. A sharp slap on her cheek brought her mind back to the food in front of her and she reluctantly bent down and started to eat, finding it difficult to pick up the pieces of meat from the stainless steel bowl without using any cutlery. She tried to use her fingers but Rebecca grabbed her hands and held them behind her back then forced Emilia's face right down into the dish until the gravy smeared all over her lips and chin.

"You are my little dog to be trained, Emilia, and dogs do not use their paws! You have one minute more before I remove the dish!"

Emilia, suddenly feeling hungry, tried to eat as much as possible in the time left but there was still nearly half of the steak and kidney pie left along with some of the mashed potato when Rebecca bent down and took the metal dish away. The prefect took it outside into the narrow corridor then taunted the other two girls, asking them both what they would do in order to get picked.

"So Molly has offered to let me put her over my knee and spank her until her bottom glows. What about you, Lydia?"

Lydia blushed furiously then whispered that she would lick Rebecca anywhere that she required. Emilia gasped at the words and imagined her own tongue running over the slim girl's bare flesh whilst her eyes flickered to the door to her cell and found that it had been left ajar. She inched towards it, heart beating furiously as she wondered if she would be able to escape. Where would she go though if she managed to get past Rebecca? She knew nothing about the outside apart from the building that Miss Tara had taken her into. She shuffled another couple of inches as Rebecca opened Lydia's cell door and slipped the bowl inside. Should she risk it? Emilia vacillated hopelessly, worried by the thought of getting outside and then being lost and naked too! If only she knew her way about but she had no idea where the nearest village was and her aunt's country house was many miles away. Even if she did get back to it safely, she suddenly realised, her aunt might send her straight back. After all, she had brought Emilia in the first place!

Suddenly, the chance was gone as Rebecca stepped back along the corridor and stood there looking down at Emilia's kneeling figure.

"Not brave enough to have a go at escaping from here then?" the girl sneered and Emilia realised that the open door had been a test. "You might wish you had when I come back later to tuck you into your little bed!"

The door clanged ominously shut and Rebecca, after collecting the bowl from Lydia and turning off the oil lamp, left and Emilia stared at Molly in the next cell in the dim light that seeped through the skylight in the roof. The girl stared back then smiled slightly and moved closer to the bars, edging nearer and nearer until her face was touching the cold metal.

"You'll get used to it soon enough though it will be rough for the first week or so. It's nice to have someone new actually!"

"You would think that, Molly, as that makes her the lowest of the low rather than you!" remarked Lydia, scooting as close as she could to her cell bars and then waving at Emilia. "I gather you are Emilia? Miss Tara said something to Rebecca the other day about having a new trainee."

"Trainee for what? My aunt told me I was coming here to ride horses!" hissed Emilia, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill out of her soft green eyes. Lydia laughed and Molly grinned widely while Emilia just looked at them angrily, wondering what they found so amusing.

"Are you really that naïve? You are here to be ridden by whomever Miss Tara wants. She runs the Stables as a way of finding recalcitrant girls husbands, Emilia!" Lydia stated.

"What?"

"Did you see me up on the horse today?" Lydia inquired.

"Well yes," murmured Emilia, blushing at the memory.

"That's going to be a man soon, my future husband probably, plunging his cock into my pussy!"

"Or maybe a lady riding you instead, Lydia!" added Molly, chuckling as Emilia's eyes widened even further.

"Maybe after I have snared a rich husband, Molly. I must admit I am jealous of Rebecca now that she is betrothed to Sir Matthew who is as rich as Croesus!

"But also in his fifties and overweight, Lydia. I want a young one who can keep up with me!" sniggered Molly.

"You will get what Miss Tara and your guardians want, Molly. Now be quiet and let's go to sleep before Rebecca comes back, finds us talking and punishes us!"

Emilia crawled back to her mattress like the other two and then lay there, staring up at the ceiling as she waited for sleep to claim her. Soon, faint snuffles and deep breathing told her that Molly and Lydia were asleep but she could not follow them as her mind whirled with what she had been told. Was it true or were the two girls making it up to tease her? They had been convincing though and it would explain everything that had occurred so far that day. Tears leaked from Emilia's jade-green eyes and trickled down her cheek and onto the rough covering of the mattress as she wondered what would happen the next day and finally she slipped into a light sleep.

A hand stroking her breast woke Emilia abruptly and she tried to sit up only to find that she was pinned down by Rebecca kneeling over her.

"It's no use struggling, girl, or I will tell Miss Tara that you misbehaved and she will take her crop and stripe your pretty bottom while everyone watches. Be quiet and obedient and I might tell her what a good girl you are instead."

The hand resumed strolling Emilia's softness, caressing her nipple while she lay there helplessly, trying to decide if she should resist or not. Submission won out as pleasure burgeoned in her body at the subtle touch of fingers on her erect bud. Rebecca sensed her acquiescence and smiled in the darkness before slithering down onto the mattress alongside Emilia and kissing her fully on the lips. She twirled her tongue along Emilia's lips and then in between as they parted while her hand stroked and teased over the new girl's skin, slithering lower and lower until her fingers crept into the curly tendrils of copper-coloured hair at the juncture of her thighs. Emilia shuddered and kept her legs closed but Rebecca just laughed quietly then sat up and stripped off her clothing, swiftly removing the skirt and crisp blouse until she was as naked as her victim.

"Use your hands on me, girl, and open those legs or Miss Tara will know all about your very bad behaviour. Imagine her crop whipping your soft arse cheeks until you scream out loud while I smile in satisfaction that you are being punished," Rebecca whispered into Emilia's ear.

Emilia resisted but only for a few moments. The thought of being humiliated in public was anathema and she shuddered then parted her thighs, trying not to cry out as she felt Rebecca's fingers creep insidiously closer to her soft slit. Excitement mixed with fear as Rebecca's soft lips enclosed hers once more and then she was relaxing as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Teasing strokes across Emilia's pussy lips made her gasp out into Rebecca's mouth and then she was lost in a rising tide of desire as fingers slid into her body and stretched her tight slit before they slithered in and out. Ripples of lust shivered through Emilia's body and she started to respond, moving her hands down the smoothness of Rebecca's back and then onto her buttocks. She stroked those as the prefect moved half on top of her, kissing her passionately and rubbing her breasts against Emilia's. Hard nipples met and teased each other whilst fingers moved more frenetically in Emilia's softness and she shuddered with longing. She started to moan; little gasps swallowed eagerly by the other girl's lips. Desire raced through her suddenly and exploded in her brain and Emilia wriggled in the throes of her climax, soaking the thrusting fingers with her juices until they withdrew and dabbled gently in her wetness as her body continued to convulse gently.

"Now it is your turn to give me some pleasure, girl," whispered Rebecca, trapping Emilia underneath her slim body as she slithered upwards, parting her thighs as she knelt above the new girl.

"What do you...?"

Emilia's hissed squeak was cut off as soft succulence pressed down on her lips and she found herself unable to resist slithering the tip of her tongue along the puffy labia. The taste was exquisite and she moaned in pleasure, concentrating on teasing open the slippery folds as heat and scent overwhelmed her senses. Rebecca pushed down harder, sinking her hips further onto the girl beneath as she felt the delightful sensation of her tongue flickering along and into her pussy. Seconds slid slowly by and Emilia revelled in licking and sucking on the slippery folds of flesh above her. She could feel the slight tremors and shivers running through Rebecca's thighs as they closed tightly around her head, trapping her in a world of both increasing heat and wetness. Emilia's own body seemed to respond with excitement and her flesh tingled with pleasure as the girl on top of her ground her sopping slit down onto her mouth as she came, head thrown back and neck arched as ripples of rapture rushed through her senses and into her soul.

"Excellent," whispered Rebecca eventually once she had recovered slightly from the intensity of her orgasm. She slid off Emilia and cuddled up to her for a few moments, hugging her tightly and kissing her gently before she stood up on shaky legs and added, "Now I must go and sleep in my own room just in case Miss Tara makes a surprise inspection. If she caught us together when she had not given permission then we would both be very sorry indeed! Sleep well!"

Rebecca carefully slid out of the room and shut the door behind her, clicking the lock into place before she headed down the corridor to her own little cell. Emilia, smiling slightly to herself as she tasted the girl on her lips, slid gently off into a deep sleep and knew nothing more until morning came.

Chapter Six

The abrupt and noisy rattling of her cell bars awoke Emilia and she started, eyes opening and taking in her unfamiliar surroundings as memories flooded back into her brain. She swivelled her head and saw the other girls kneeling down and then bending forward, breasts swaying gracefully, as they ate their breakfast then lapped up water from another bowl. She saw her own dish placed by her mattress and she sniffed at the contents then started to eat the thick porridge as she realised that she was actually starving hungry. It was only when she had finished that she looked up and saw Miss Tara eyeing her through the bars, riding crop clutched tightly in her slim fingers.

"Any problems last night, Rebecca?"

"No, Miss Tara. Everyone was well behaved."

"Such a shame as I was looking forward to striping somebody's pretty bottom this morning. Never mind, just bring them along to the stable for the morning milking in a couple of minutes!"

"Yes, Miss Tara," replied Rebecca as she slipped into her short skirt and blouse although Emilia was intrigued to notice that she wore nothing underneath, not even a chemise.

The stable block seemed slightly warmer than outside and Emilia was grateful to be sheltered from the chill spring wind that had caressed her naked flesh with icy fingers. Rebecca chivvied the three other girls along to the large open space where Miss Tara waited, smiling enigmatically as they approached.

"Rebecca, take Molly and Lydia over and get them started. They may use their hands for just thirty seconds today and then just their mouths. The last one to give satisfaction will receive six strokes."

"Yes, Miss Tara," chorused the other girls and Emilia frowned slightly wondering what was happening as they followed Rebecca's tall figure over to where a large wooden screen was placed just a couple of yards away from the back wall of the building. It was too far away from her for Emilia to see exactly what was happening but she could make out that Molly and Lydia knelt down and then reached out with their hands before her attention was snapped back to Miss Tara as the woman reached out and tapped her on the shoulder with her crop.

"As you are just beginning your training, you may use your hands for two minutes before you use your mouth, Emilia," the imposing figure of Miss Tara, clad in a black, ankle-length skirt and crisp white blouse, commented.

"To do what, Miss Tara?" inquired Emilia, green eyes wide with bemusement.

"Follow me and you will soon find out!" the woman remarked, turning on her booted heel and striding across to the screen.

Nervously, Emilia followed, mouth going dry as she got closer and saw the other two girls' heads bobbing up and down furiously. Strange sucking sounds reached her ears and she peered closely and saw their lips sliding back and forth on what appeared to be stiff poles that stuck out through the wooden screen. It was only when she knelt under orders from Miss Tara and then reached out and touched the last remaining pole that she realised that it was alive. Heat burned her fingers and she gasped and released the hard shaft, edging away instantly as she touched a man's thickness for the very first time. Then Emilia squealed as the tip of the crop tapped sharply against her back several times.

"It will not bite you, girl, but my crop will afterwards unless you are obedient. Now use your hands until I tell you to stop and then it will be your mouth. I think I will award you six strokes if you fail to beat the other girls because of your silliness."

Tentatively, Emilia reached out and grasped the pulsing flesh gently, surprised at the silky smoothness of the shaft that stuck out of the hole in the screen. What did the man look like on the other side? she wondered as she stroked the long prick, running her fingers right down to where it emerged from the wood before trailing them back up again until they reached the swollen, almost purple head. That trembled at her touch and she stroked the shaft harder, wrapping her fingers right round it and suddenly entranced by the sensation. She teased with her fingernails and felt the stiff prick shudder almost in response. Her hand slid up and down the long shaft, rolling the tight foreskin up over the crown then back down again, freeing the swollen glans which gleamed as clear bubbles of precome dribbled out of the tiny slit and made the flesh so slippery to the touch.

Her fingers almost glided across the warm flesh as the slippery substance coated them and she was lost in wonder until the crop tapped her sharply on the nape of her neck.

"Time to use your mouth, Emilia!" Miss Tara ordered and Emilia hesitated, looking at the slippery head of the man's cock. Using her fingers had been intriguing but somehow being told to kiss and suck on it made her feel ashamed and she blushed as she watched the large knob pulse gently just an inch or so away from her lips.

"Now, girl, or I will give you six strokes!" snapped her nemesis and, stifling a sob of shame, Emilia inched forwards until her soft lips just touched the warmth of the man's velvety smooth glans. It jerked upwards at the touch and she recoiled but the crop tapped again and she bent back down and licked along the smoothness, tasting the warm flesh and inhaling the tang of his maleness deep into her soul. It was strangely alluring, Emilia discovered to her surprise. She licked again then opened her mouth wider and daringly slipped it over the purple plum, sucking on the end and feeling the cock respond by twitching and jerking gently inside her. She wrapped her tongue round the underside and heard a groan from the other side of the wooden screen and suddenly she smiled and started to enjoy herself, relishing the strange power that she possessed. Yes, she was on her knees and sucking away at a man's cock but ultimately, it seemed that she had the power to arouse and entice. It was her lips and mouth keeping the stiff prick jutting out and making it pulse powerfully as she teased it with her tongue. Her sense of satisfaction was rudely interrupted as there came another sharp groan and suddenly, to her utter surprise, a jet of thick, slightly salty cream flooded into her mouth. Before she could move, another came and then another before she managed to shift backwards, slipping her mouth away from the spouting fountain head. That, however, did not mean that she was safe as the cock continued to spurt and white fluid sprayed over her face and then dripped down her chin and onto her breasts and belly before the last few drops spiralled down to the floor like spider silk.

"I can see that I am going to have to train you properly to suck a man dry and not waste a drop of his precious seed!" commented Miss Tara caustically. "For failing to do so, bend forward and touch your forehead right to the ground, girl!"

"But..." began Emilia, looking round at the tall, slim figure who was staring down at her through narrowed blue eyes.

"But me no buts, girl, or I will double the punishment to six strokes!" snapped Miss Tara and, swallowing hard, Emilia slowly got into the correct position, all too aware of how vulnerable and exposed it made her with her bottom up and her head down against the sandy floor.

Tara watched the girl's bottom cheeks widen out as she pressed her head down and excitement flowed through her. There was nothing quite so enjoyable as whipping a pretty arse until it was red and glowing. Admittedly, she was only going to deliver three strokes for this transgression but she knew that it would not be the last time that her crop or cane or hand paid attention to Emilia's beautiful bottom. She raised the crop and aimed carefully then brought it down in one sharp movement and heard the girl howl as a red welt blossomed into prominence on her creamy-white skin. Emilia felt as if her bottom had been cut in half and she could not stop her mouth opening and expelling part of the pain into the air. The next stroke caught her lower and before she had got over the first one and her squeal became higher in pitch and echoed around the room and, face suddenly flaming red, she twisted her head to one side slightly and caught sight of all the other girls staring at her from just a few yards away.

The final lash of the crop struck Emilia right across the centre of her buttocks and she hissed in agony, trying to control herself in front of the others and then came a cold hand slithering over her naked flesh and touching her burning bottom.

"Nicely warm to the touch and perhaps it will get hotter when Rebecca informs me who today's slack girl is? Was Emilia ahead of Molly and Lydia, Rebecca?"

"She was behind..."

Emilia's heart thudded almost painfully in her chest as Rebecca started. Was she going to be struck again and six strokes instead of a mere three?

"Behind Molly but in front of Lydia, Miss Tara."

"Then Lydia's bottom needs striping to encourage her to work harder next time. Your future husband will require you to be an expert with your tongue and lips as well as that sweet, tight pussy, girl. Head on the ground and bottom well up and I think that you, Rebecca, can apply the crop to her bottom!"

Ordered up onto her feet, Emilia stood by Molly as Rebecca, handed the crop by Miss Tara, swished it through the air a couple of times while Lydia's plump cheeks twitched in dreaded anticipation. It was a truly fascinating sight and Emilia could not tear her eyes away from the girl's spread thighs and the hint of dusky pink peeping out from chestnut-brown curls. Had she looked so alluring? Had her pussy lips been on view for Miss Tara along with the tiny rosette of her bottom hole? It seemed incredibly rude to be staring at Lydia's exposed anus but Emilia found it intriguing as the whorled hole pulsed ever so gently every time that the crop swished through the air.

The crop suddenly struck the smooth skin and Lydia hissed out in pain and Emilia watched avidly as a vivid red weal sprang into life on the white flesh. Another stroke and the same result then the third cut low and striped the back of the girl's thighs.

"Accuracy is important, Rebecca, and I wish for her bottom to be punished, not the thighs!" remonstrated Miss Tara with a slight frown.

"Sorry, Miss Tara," stated Rebecca although the smile on her face negated the apology in Emilia's view. The prefect seemed to be enjoying using the riding crop, azure eyes aglow with an inner fire as she whipped it down three more times and decorated Lydia's lovely cheeks with livid scarlet welts.

"Better accuracy, Rebecca, but you must control yourself if you are to become a dominant. A submissive puts their whole being in your power and you cannot afford to be carried away by your own desires or you will lose their trust! Starting slowly and building up to a crescendo of pain and agony is far more effective. Your submissive gets used to the gradual incremental agony and can then endure more thus making it more satisfying for both of you! I will demonstrate on you, I think!"

"But, Miss Tara..." stammered Rebecca, face going pale suddenly.

"A dominant must know how much pain she is inflicting, Rebecca, and you can only do that by experience."

"The others though," whispered Rebecca, waving her hand to indicate the other girls.

"Will watch and learn from the experience, I am sure. Hold your skirt up to your waist and bend over, girl!"

Rebecca's momentary hesitation in obeying brought a sharp comment from her mistress, threatening to replace her as prefect with Lydia who smiled, cat-like, as she got up from the sand. The threat worked instantly and, fighting back tears of shame, Rebecca turned and bent over, hands gripping her skirt tightly as Miss Tara informed her that if she let go and allowed the material to fall down and cover her bottom then she would add a dozen strokes.

"Now, girls," she addressed the watchers, "you are all submissives by nature and secretly relish having pain inflicted. Rebecca is the opposite, preferring to give rather than to receive... as both Molly and Lydia know only too well! However, by skilful and delicate use of pain, I believe that I can encourage her body to react similarly to yours."

The crop flicked out gently and tapped against the peach-like buttocks and Miss Tara maintained a regular rhythm that soon made the soft flesh change colour from cream to a rose pink. Little moans and cries seeped out of Rebecca's mouth and the three watching girls drank them in greedily, especially Molly who had suffered greatly at the hands of the dominant prefect over the last fortnight. In fact, she found it difficult not to smile widely as the tapping started to harden into proper strokes of the crop that made Rebecca hiss and moan. The pinkness darkened into a subtle shade of red and then to scarlet as the crop flickered out continually like a snake's searching tongue.

After several minutes, Miss Tara, while continuing to use the crop, ordered Lydia to crouch in front of Rebecca between her soft thighs.

"Your tongue, Lydia. I will continue now, Rebecca, until you come for me," she announced and Molly pouted, wishing it had been her who had been given the task as she would have made sure that she kept Rebecca on the edge and never allowed her to tumble over the brink into rapture. Lydia was kinder and her tongue licked and flicked at the seeping slit, teasing the succulent folds open and darting up in between as Rebecca cried out in a strange mixture of agony and ecstasy. As the crop struck harder, wealing and welting the crimson flesh, Rebecca came and Lydia's mouth was inundated under a flood of sweet honey that she eagerly sucked into her mouth and drank down. Emilia watched on enviously, wishing it had been her kneeling or being whipped and her bottom cheeks tingled in delight while her clit pulsed with desire as Rebecca's cries reached a new pitch of passion.

"I am going to train Emilia for a little while, Rebecca," remarked Miss Tara once the prefect had recovered a little from her orgasm. "Then she can come to you for training in milking a man of his seed. Follow behind me, Emilia!"

Emilia trailed after the tall, imperious figure until they reached one of the small stables. Inside it was empty apart from straw on the floor and a travelling style chest tucked into one corner. Emilia knelt obediently when ordered and watched, eyes wide with curiosity as Miss Tara strode over to the chest and examined the contents thoughtfully for a few moments before picking out an object.

"On your front and touch your forehead to the floor, girl," she commented as she walked back and again Emilia complied, unwilling to risk a further attack from the devilish crop.

Hands pulled her buttocks wide apart and Emilia squirmed in shame as fingers traced down her exposed anal crack and even over her crinkled furrow. Despite the embarrassment, she could not prevent her clit reacting, tingling away in response. She stared sightlessly down into the scratchy straw as the fingers kept stroking over her flesh, occasionally dipping down and slithering over her pussy folds but more often teasing her anus.

"Have you ever been used here?" inquired her tormentor abruptly, touching Emilia's whorled star.

"What? Why should I have been?" inquired Emilia in shock at the thought of such a thing.

"Why not? You have three holes, girl, and each one will be used by your future master or mistress if they wish to do so."

"What if I don't wish them to?" asked Emilia, shivering as one of the woman's fingers started to press into her anal hole gently.

"Then your master or mistress will take your wishes into consideration and decide that you need to be obedient and used there very often so that you get used to it and enjoy it!" remarked Miss Tara, smiling at the question and the slight shudder that rippled down the girl's spine at the answer.

Leaning over the pert bottom cheeks, Tara directed some of her spittle down into the spread crevice then rubbed it in gently, teasing the crinkled anus with the tip of her finger for a while before she suddenly slipped it up inside. There was a muffled cry from Emilia and she squirmed on the straw, suddenly feeling her nipples erect as the straw irritated them slightly. The finger worked slowly in and out of her tight anal hole, making her gasp slightly as it pushed in further and further. To her shock, another joined it, sliding deep into her bottom and spreading her muscular ring further apart. She cried out then flushed bright red as she realised that her pussy was leaking sweetness in response to the slithering fingers. Why was she turned on by this shameful act? She uttered a sob of despair and mortification as the woman slid her fingers all the way out and then down across her wet pussy lips before commenting, "It does not seem to be something that you hate, does it, girl?"

A sharp slap on her bottom made Emilia shake her head and mutter a reply and then she was squealing as Miss Tara settled her weight on the back of Emilia's legs and inserted her thumb, wriggling it in and out of the tight anal entrance and ignoring her protestations. Fresh dribbles of love juice seeped out of her body and coated her pink folds with honeydew and Miss Tara chuckled at the sight before she picked up the object she had brought from the chest earlier and gently teased the blunt end into the girl's wetness.

"Going to get this nicely lubricated by your very own juices, girl, before it goes inside you fully. Then you will have a little tail to wear for the rest of the day!"

Emilia squirmed again as the blunt object eased the lips of her pussy open and slithered inside a couple of inches. It felt delightful there and she sighed with pleasure as her clitoris pulsed with pleasure at the invader. There were a few moments of bliss before it slipped away and then Emilia was gasping in surprise and fear as it pushed against her tight anal entrance as Miss Tara removed her fingers.

"Relax, Emilia, and it will be much easier," the woman whispered and Emilia tried but found it difficult to do so as pain flared in her tight hole.

Tara circled the end of the butt plug horsetail gently round the exposed anal ring and pushed slowly and smoothly, watching her victim's rectum part. Playing with girl's bottom holes was such a delight and the first time was always the best, she thought. You could never quite tell how a girl would react and whether they would hate it, love it or just tolerate it. She suspected Emilia, from the betraying wetness of her pussy, was going to delight in being played with and used there though and she smiled widely as the rectal ring stretched wider and the first inch or so of the plug slithered into the darkness.

Emilia squealed when she felt the intruder push deeper into her anus as her rectal ring surrendered to the insistent pressure applied by Miss Tara. It felt incredibly strange as the object slithered inside and her spongy innards gripped it tightly. Inch by inch, it slid in until she thought that she was going to burst but finally, Miss Tara stopped pushing as the thinner neck of the butt plug slotted into position. Emilia's ring clamped tightly around it, pulsing gently against the hard ebony wood while the horsehair tail hung down prettily, swaying from side to side as the girl wriggled a little.

"Such a pretty sight, Emilia. Up you get and walk around for me now so I can see the tail properly," commanded Miss Tara and Emilia rose slowly and followed orders, face as red as a cherry tomato as the woman made appreciative comments about how she looked with the butt plug in her bottom.

After a few minutes, Miss Tara sat herself down on the top of the chest and patted her lap as she told Emilia to come and lie across it.

"But what am I getting punished for?" Emilia asked, wrinkling her brow in puzzlement.

"Because I wish to spank you, girl, although if I had to find a reason, then I could say that it is for not addressing me properly while we have been in here. It is always Miss Tara to you!"

Half-reluctantly and half-eagerly, Emilia settled her naked body over the woman's lap, feeling nervous. Hands stroked over her bottom cheeks and twisted the tail round and she gaped at the strange feelings that ensued with each movement. Fingers stroked down between her thighs and she parted them without being asked, relishing the soft touch of flesh upon her soaking slit.

"So very, very wet, girl! It is obvious that you delight in having something in your tight bottom. Soon I will train you to accept a thick cock and receive a man's offering while you clench and grip him so tightly that he thinks he is going to break!"

Emilia was still thinking about that when the spanking started a few seconds later and the sudden swish of Tara's hand across her pert buttocks surprised her and sent a sweet sting slithering into her flesh. Warmth followed the stinging sensation and she wriggled on her mistress' lap as her bottom cheeks were steadily and skilfully heated up. The vibrations travelled down into her pussy and tantalised her clitoris, making it throb and swell with need and Tara watched on knowingly as the girl began to try and rub her sensitive slit on her thighs. Pushing her left hand down and then wiggling two fingers inside the wet and welcoming pussy folds, she settled her thumb on the pulsing clit and started to spank harder, cracking her palm down and making the noise echo round the stable. Emilia gasped and groaned as the sharp pain ricocheted through her senses but every spank seemed to bring her closer to coming and she could not stop pushing herself back onto the teasing fingers and thumb of Miss Tara. A final flurry of harsh smacks tipped Emilia over the edge and she cried out in rapturous ecstasy as pleasure flooded through her in a tsunami of desire. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and her body jerked and juddered in passion whilst spurt after spurt of sweet love dew soaked her mistress' fingers.

"I do believe that receiving such pleasure without me saying that you could come will cost you something now, girl," murmured Miss Tara after a minute or so had passed by. "Perhaps I shall use you for my pleasure?"

Emilia's eyes gleamed with desire at that thought as she stared down into the straw beneath her face. She desperately wanted to lick and suck on the succulent folds of the other woman and to feel her squirming in lust above her. Obediently, she slid off Miss Tara's lap and lay on her back on the floor, squealing in surprise as she forgot about the butt plug in her bottom and made it shift further in as her weight settled on it for a moment. Her mistress got up and straddled Emilia before raising her long skirt to reveal trim calves and slender thighs encased in silken stockings. She was not wearing any drawers at all and so Emilia received a perfect view of her blonde bush and the puffy folds of her pussy peeping out cheekily. Emilia licked her lips in anticipation as Miss Tara slowly squatted down until her thighs encompassed her submissive's eager face.

"Mouth wide open for me, girl!" Miss Tara snapped, fingers slithering down and holding her delicate labia open while a wide grin spread over her face as she wondered how Emilia would react to what was about to happen.

With utter disbelief was the answer. Emilia's green eyes widened to their fullest extent as there was a slight hissing sound and then came a dribble of urine which splashed into her mouth. Automatically, she shut her mouth and tried to move but Miss Tara snapped at her angrily, "I will take my cane to your arse, girl, and stripe it raw if you move away! You are here to be trained and many mistresses and possibly some masters will want you to become their little toilet slave. Now keep your mouth open wide!"

Fear of the consequences along with fascination at the absolute depravity of the act kept Emilia still and she opened her mouth just in time to receive the next shower of gold from her mistress. It flooded into her mouth although some trickled down her chin and over her cheeks and she suddenly had to swallow or risk choking as it pooled at the back of her throat. To her amazement, the liquid's taste was intriguing: there was a slight bitterness but nothing like she had expected. More flowed out and into her as Miss Tara relaxed her bladder again, carefully directing the spurts of golden nectar into her submissive's wide open mouth and smiling as she watched her swallow it down.

Standing up suddenly, Tara sprayed her golden essence all over Emilia's face then moved slightly and allowed it to flow over her breasts and then her flat stomach before she stood above her thighs and watched her fluids spatter down on the girl's copper curls, flattening them before it slithered over her pussy folds. Emilia fought back tears but they were caused by shame at enjoying the sensation rather than disgust. Settling back down over Emilia's face, Miss Tara ordered her to clean her wet pussy folds up and the girl eagerly stuck out her tongue and licked along the soaking slit, relishing the tangy taste along with the sense of shameful submission.

Chapter Seven

After a couple of minutes had passed, Tara told Emilia to stand up then she buckled a collar from the chest round her neck and attached a rope to it then tied the rope off to a ring set in the wall. A specially adapted bit and bridle appeared as well and Emilia soon found that she could only mumble as the bit was fitted into place over her tongue.

"Now I think Molly could do with some training in grooming so I will go and fetch her and see how she gets on with you before you go to Rebecca for practice at milking," Miss Tara commented, kissing Emilia once on her forehead before she left the stable stall.

Emilia stood and shivered as the golden fluid coating her body cooled rapidly then trickled gently down her thighs and soaked into the straw around her feet. Her shame at being in such a state increased as Molly trailed into the stall after Miss Tara, carrying a pail of water and an assortment of brushes.

"Our little mare here needs a good wash and brush, Molly, so get on with the job," Miss Tara commented, walking back over to the chest and sitting down on it as Molly approached Emilia and tipped half the contents of the bucket over her coppery curls. The water was cold and Emilia gasped and squealed as it sluiced over her flesh and cascaded down to the floor. Grabbing one of the brushes, Molly teased the bristles down Emilia's back and then onto her buttocks, scrubbing harder as she met the softer, plumper flesh and leaving red striations etched into the pale skin. Up and down went the brush and Emilia hissed and gasped as pain flooded into her body as the bristles scraped over her soft skin, running down the back of her thighs and then up the front. Agony ensued as the brush was used on her soft breasts, tearing at the delicate nipples and making them erect and swollen while her white flesh turned pink and then red under the teasing bristles.

Worse was to follow though as Molly emptied the rest of the pail of water over Emilia then slipped the harsh brush between her thighs and began to brush her pussy lips. Tied by the neck as she was, Emilia could not manage to move away and she could only squirm and beg inaudibly through the chafing bit for mercy as her soft, sensitive slit was tormented by the scraping bristles of the brush for what seemed like an eternity.

"Don't neglect her inner thighs, Molly," remarked Miss Tara abruptly and Emilia groaned as the brush slid down and started to caress her white flesh with fiery bristles until the girl finally finished by combing out Emilia's pubic bush. Miss Tara came across and removed the bit then kissed Emilia once more, teasing her with delicate butterfly kisses on her cheeks before she told Molly to take her through to Rebecca and then to come back and see her. Body burning all over, Emilia walked slowly after Molly, pulled along by the neck towards the next stall where she was about to practice milking. As she moved, her horsehair tail swayed gently and alluringly from side to side and Miss Tara watched, wondering who, on her long list of potential suitors, should be introduced to the girl and enjoy her charms. One name sprang to mind and she smiled in amusement at the thought of how suitable it would be for the gentleman to meet and enjoy the delights of Emilia's body and soul.

Emilia naturally had no idea what was going through her mistress' mind as she was bent over the hay bale by Rebecca and tied down securely to rings set into the floor. Ahead of her was a small ivory phallus, realistically carved and jutting up towards Emilia's mouth from the wooden pole which it was attached to.

"I think I am going to have to adjust it slightly because you are not as tall as Molly," muttered Rebecca as Molly sidled out of the door and walked back to where Miss Tara waited, hoping that her grooming of Emilia had passed muster. Emilia watched on in strange fascination as Rebecca lengthened the wooden pole by twisting it round and then she swallowed hard as the ivory pressed insistently against her lips.

"Open wide, girl, and start sucking on it. I want to see lots of head movement and hear your lips sucking hard or I will be striping your bottom cheeks to remind you to put more effort in!" announced Rebecca with a smile as she picked up a light schooling whip from the ground and swished it experimentally through the air.

Emilia slipped her lips around the carved cock and started to suck on the smooth surface slowly and sensuously while Rebecca watched on, toying with the whip as she waited for her pupil to slack off slightly. That took a few minutes but eventually Emilia slowed down too much as her jaws began to ache and, stepping smartly behind her, Rebecca cracked the schooling whip lightly across her naked bottom cheeks three times. Emilia howled and jerked forward then began to put more effort in, licking along the long shaft of the ivory dildo before wrapping her lips around it once more. Another few minutes passed slowly by and Emilia's jaw ached even more so she paused for a few moments only to suffer another three cuts from the whip. And so it went on for half an hour and by the time she was released, Emilia's mouth felt numb while her buttocks were striped with over a dozen welts.

After being taken back to the sleeping quarters and fed lunch in a stainless steel bowl once again, Emilia was joined by the rest of the girls in the main room of the stables as Rebecca lined everybody up for an inspection by Miss Tara. Emilia's bottom was sore and she was embarrassed by the tail sticking out of her anus which Molly made snide remarks about when Rebecca was out of earshot. However, Emilia was soon having the last laugh as Rebecca fitted Lydia and then Molly with their own tails before all three of them were blindfolded and told to stand still.

It was nerve-wracking to stare out blindly especially when muttered words floated into your ears, Emilia decided. She realised that Miss Tara had arrived and was talking to Rebecca but she could not catch what the conversation was about. She then heard a gasp from Lydia who was at the far end of the line of three girls followed by the crisp sound of a spanking that echoed round the building and made her swallow nervously. Then there came faint noises and what she thought were footsteps in the sand before it all went silent again for a few moments. Then she sensed Molly moving away from her side and the pattern repeated with the sound of sharp smacks on a girl's bottom and more running footsteps. Puzzled, Emilia frowned and waited, trying not to shiver as she suddenly worked out that she was going to be next to endure whatever the other two had.

It came all too quickly, she found, when the blindfold was removed and the light flooded back into her eyes. Emilia squinted for a moment then instinctively tried to cover up her naked body, fluttering one hand over her breasts and the other down over her exposed groin as she noticed the tall gentleman standing next to Miss Tara. His dark blue eyes looked at her with amusement and he commented quietly to her mistress who smiled and then approached Emilia.

"Hands on your head, girl, so that my friend can get a proper look at you," she stated calmly.

"But... but," stammered Emilia, face flushing instantly at the thought of being stared at in all her naked glory.

"Obedience is all, girl, so do not let me down. I thought that even though you have only been here such a short time that you had made good progress otherwise I would not have allowed your beauty to be viewed so soon. Don't let me down!"

"I am sorry, Miss Tara," whispered Emilia, moving her hands away and blushing even more as the mildly amused eyes continued to stare at her almost clinically whilst Miss Tara took her by the hand and led her over to where the man stood, hands clasped behind his back.

"This is Emilia, my latest acquisition, Sir Harry. She only joined us a short while ago but has already made encouraging progress," stated Miss Tara. Feeling incredibly embarrassed as the blue eyes scanned up and down her naked flesh, Emilia performed an incongruous curtsey which made the man smile a little before he asked Miss Tara, "Is she available?"

"For some things, yes. You can spank her and she has been learning to pleasure a man with her mouth but I am afraid that I intend to keep her pussy out of bounds for the moment."

"Submissive?"

"Absolutely, Sir Harry. Fairly obedient already and gets very wet when spanked."

Emilia's cheeks positively flamed with furious embarrassment at being discussed so openly and she nearly opened her mouth and protested but a glance from Miss Tara quelled any incipient rebellion. Then, when the gentleman snapped at her to bend over and grasp her ankles tightly, Emilia complied despite her inner reluctance as she wanted to show Miss Tara that she had learnt how to be extremely obedient. It was shameful to display her innermost flesh to the stranger and yet it was also very exciting and Emilia felt a familiar and pleasurable warmth begin to build in her body even before the man's hand rested on her bottom and stroked it gently and exploratively for a few moments. Mortifying her intensely, his fingers tugged at the butt plug nestling deep in her anus; something she had almost forgotten about as she had become used to it during the hours it had been in place. A few seconds passed slowly by then the hand shifted swiftly and she felt the perversely delightful sting entering into her senses. His hand was large and hard and encompassed most of her left cheek as it smacked her a dozen times rapidly before stopping. His fingers strayed over the heated skin and he remarked on the excellent coloration and Miss Tara replied, "Redheads normally do colour up well. They have deliciously-pale skin to start with and a few smacks soon redden it. She has already received a few strokes from the crop and whip this morning as you can probably see from the faint stripes."

"Indeed I can and I plan to add to those when we see her go over the jumps in a few moments. The others both jumped much better when the whip reminded them of how much effort they could put in!"

As Emilia suffered another hard flurry of smacks, this time on her other buttock, she thought about what the man had said and what she was going to have to do next. She craned her neck slightly and, for the first time, noticed the jumps laid out in a circuit on the sandy floor of the ménage. Then her attention was distracted by the spanking as Sir Harry laid on with a will, cracking his hard palm across both of her buttocks and sending flashes of dark red pain spiralling into her soul. Her breath rushed in and out of her mouth, beaten out of her by the hand then snatched back in between spanks while her body seemed to grow hotter and hotter. The sting suffused her senses and threatened to become too much to bear but then he stopped and his hand slithered between her pale thighs and she gasped as it rubbed along her wetness, teasing her labia into excitement.

"You are right as usual, Tara. This little filly loves being smacked. You have discovered a pearl once again. Such a shame that she is not ready to be broken in fully or I would definitely have loved sliding my cock up into her and playing the stallion."

"Another time perhaps, Sir Harry? Unless you choose one of my other fillies and enjoy them so much that you decide one will suit you as your wife? I think it is time to try her out over the jumps now!"

A few moments later and Emilia stood nervously on the starting line facing the series of jumps ahead which were arranged in a large circle. Each was slightly bigger than the previous one and the final fence was at least three foot high and looked insurmountable to Emilia.

"Ten fences and one minute to clear them all," announced Sir Harry, taking his gold half-hunter out of his pocket and squinting at the second hand. "Your time starts... now!"

Emilia sprinted off, trying to forget about the swaying tail of the butt plug as it shifted in her tight anal hole. The first two fences were only about a foot high and Emilia cleared them easily, hardly breaking stride. She raced on towards the third which was higher and jumped that although she took slightly longer. The fourth was over two foot high and she jumped it well before turning sharply, sweat beading her brow, and heading for the fifth. She cleared that too and the sixth and seventh but then came the first of the high fences at nearly three foot or so and Emilia baulked, coming to a dead stop with her hands outstretched against the top rail. She started to move backwards in order to get another run up and change her stride pattern but then a fearsome sting erupted in her bottom cheeks and she squealed, head snapping round to see the whip being wielded by Sir Harry. Arse stinging as if it had been attacked by a hive of bees, Emilia ran back towards the fence and cleared it just, feet skimming the bar. The penultimate fence loomed ahead and she screamed as, just before it, the whip cracked again and pain blossomed in her buttocks. It made her jump higher though and she got over it fairly easily and raced towards the last fence which was definitely over three foot high.

Emilia slowed down tentatively as she eyed the height but the whip struck twice in quick succession and she made a valiant attempt to clear the rail but just caught it with her front foot. Toppling over it and falling flat on her face in the sand, she was vaguely aware of the bar striking the ground just behind her before she forced herself up on her feet and staggered across the finishing line where Sir Harry and Miss Tara stood waiting.

"Under the minute..."the gentleman announced after looking at his watch.

"But not a clear round," added Miss Tara, "which means four faults and therefore four strokes of the whip. Go and put the rail back up on the fence and then lean over it, girl!"

With a heavy heart, Emilia did as she had been told, replacing the rail with some effort as it was quite cumbersome then leaning over and waiting, bottom cheeks shaking as she waited for the pain to flood into her once more. Her fingers clenched tightly around the rail as she heard footsteps in the soft sand and her knuckles whitened then she screamed as the whip lashed across the back of her thighs, marking the paleness instantly. Tears spilt from her eyes and splashed down into the sand and she heaved in a breath and tried to control the raging torrent of pain that flowed through her flesh.

"Count the strokes for Sir Harry!" snapped Miss Tara from somewhere behind Emilia.

"One, sir," Emilia groaned out, tensing her bottom cheeks in readiness. The whip hissed through the air once more and cut into her thighs again, leaving a vivid line of red emblazoned on the pure whiteness.

"Two, sir," stuttered out Emilia, pain radiating through every nerve ending.

"Turn round, girl, and face us," ordered Sir Harry suddenly and Emilia complied instantly, blushing furiously as she caught their eyes feasting on her naked body.

"Loop your arms back over the bar behind you," instructed Miss Tara and Emilia slipped them into place then started to breathe faster as Sir Harry flexed the whip once more. It flicked out abruptly and traced a line of fire across her breasts and she cried out at the unexpectedness as well as the pain that seethed through her senses.

"Three, sir," she stammered into the silence and then she screamed even harder as the whip struck across the front of her thighs, leaving a thick welt of red as Emilia forced herself to count out the number four.

"Kneel and open your mouth wide!" commanded Miss Tara and Emilia slipped down onto her knees, body shaking as the pain continued to course through her. Sir Harry walked slowly towards her, hands tugging at his fly buttons and then he fed his erect cock into her waiting mouth, slithering it between her lips and filling her nostrils with his masculine scent.

"Which one of the others would you like once this little filly has pleased you enough with her mouth, Sir Harry?" inquired Miss Tara, stroking Emilia's copper curls gently as the man thrust his thickness in and out repeatedly.

"The blonde one, Tara, please."

"I will get her ready for you then," remarked Miss Tara, striding away to where the other two girls stood, still blindfolded, whilst Rebecca watched over them, smiling slightly as she watched Emilia being used for the man's pleasure.

Tara took Molly over to one of the lower jumps and pushed her down over the top rail, making her splay out her arms and legs to support herself. Her pony tail waved attractively as Tara toyed with the butt plug, making Molly groan as she stared helplessly into the blackness of the blindfold. Molly's breathing quickened and her pulse raced as she wondered what was going to happen next while her bottom cheeks still smarted from the spanking she had received from Sir Harry earlier. She could hear slight noises from her right and she turned her head that way but could see nothing at all as Sir Harry finished using Emilia's mouth and approached the vulnerable figure of the young girl spread out over the fence rail. He gripped her hips tightly and she jerked at the shock of being touched then her mouth opened wide and she squealed out in disbelief as his huge knob pushed straight up into her wetness.

"Tight and hot!" he grunted as he rammed his cock in as far as he could, feeling her spongy walls grip and clench on his long shaft.

Molly groaned and hissed as the thick prick spread her soft innards wide while Emilia watched on in awed fascination. She had seen mares covered by stallions before but this was just special to observe and she shivered as she realised that she wanted to be Molly. The thought of being bent over the bar and then ravaged by the man's stiff cock made Emilia feel excited beyond measure and her already wet pussy seemed to liquefy in response. The sweet sounds of cock thrusting in and out of the squelchy softness echoed round the arena along with the grunting gasps of Sir Harry and the higher pitched mewlings of Molly as she edged ever closer to nirvana.

Tara watched everybody, even Lydia who was still blindfolded and standing to attention a few yards away. The girl's tongue occasionally flickered across her lips and Tara knew that she was turned on by the sounds whilst Rebecca was staring avidly at the scene. Tara suspected that she was thinking of using a dildo in the same manner, driving it in hard and fast until the girl she was toying with begged to be allowed to come. Emilia was rapt; her attention fully focused on the scene and her mistress suspected that she wanted to be in Molly's place. A high-pitched wail from Molly coincided with strained grunts from Sir Harry and Tara watched shudders run down the man's frame and knew that he had come.

He leant on Molly's slim figure for a moment or two before straightening up and then tucking his rapidly-diminishing cock back into his trousers and doing his fly buttons up as he stepped away.

"Excellent, my dear Tara. A tribute to your training, I think."

"Thank you, kind sir! Emilia, go and clean Molly up... with your tongue, girl!" snapped Tara as the girl looked around for a bucket of water with puzzlement written all over her pretty face.

"Rebecca, make sure that she does a good job while I go and talk to Sir Harry. Perhaps some brandy?" Tara inquired thoughtfully as she took the man's arm and led him towards the door, knowing that his mind was already made up and that he would be asking her how much it would cost to be allowed to have Molly as his submissive wife. Her guardian, an irascible old general, was only concerned with marrying her off quickly so that he could continue to fund his drinking habits. Sir Harry, though, would be good for the girl, Tara knew. She had checked carefully into his background and found that he was financially stable and, although he wasn't in the first flush of youth, he would be able to give the girl what she needed... discipline when she was badly behaved and a regular shafting too!

As the door shut behind the pair, Emilia was being dragged closer to Molly by Rebecca's pinching finger on her ear.

"Get your tongue cleaning her up as Miss Tara ordered or I will add to those lovely whip marks, girl!" snapped Rebecca, cruelly sliding her other hand down and feeling Emilia's welted arse cheeks. Crying with shame, Emilia found her face pushed in between Molly's spread thighs and she watched for a moment in wonder as a dribble of white trickled out of the girl's spread labia and slithered down her thigh. She swallowed hard and then eased out her tongue, teasing it up into the soft folds and lapping away like a cat which had got the cream. Which she got as more and more of Sur Harry's spunk coated her tongue. Emilia lost all her inhibitions as pleasure filled her and her clit tingled delightfully as her tongue kissed and caressed the puffy pink pussy lips above her kneeling figure.

Molly sighed with pleasure as she felt the sweet kisses and licks along the length of her labia. Her tight pussy ached from the relentless pounding that Sir Harry's cock had inflicted but it was a pleasant and delightful ache as was the one in her swollen and throbbing nub. Each flicker of Emilia's tongue added to that ache and soon Molly was sighing out loud in delight and wriggling gently as she grew ever closer to coming once more.

"Stop licking her!" ordered Rebecca abruptly, reading the signs skilfully. "Molly, beg me to be allowed to come!"

Molly surrendered instantly, wanting to come so much that it drowned out the shame of begging. She asked brokenly and then agreed when Rebecca informed her that she would only be allowed to come if she took six strokes of the whip afterwards. Emilia swallowed hard at the thought then resumed caressing the swollen bud when told to by Rebecca. It only took another minute or so before Molly toppled over the edge and squealed out in ecstasy as delightful ripples rushed through her senses and exploded in her brain. Little spurts of love dew dribble down out of her puffy folds and Emilia licked them up, relishing the sweet taste of the girl's pleasure.

That night, before Rebecca came in, the girls showed off their marks to each other, Molly taking pride in the six livid strokes across her skin.

"So is he going to have you, Molly?" inquired Lydia thoughtfully.

"Perhaps. It will be up to the general, I suppose and Miss Tara."

"What about what you want?" inquired Emilia.

"That doesn't come into it, Emilia. Women, unless you are independent and strong like Miss Tara, don't get any say in things, do they? When we get married, we become the property of our husbands and they can do with us as they will. In some ways, we are fortunate because we relish that as we are all submissives. Can you imagine being like Rebecca and having to put up with what your husband wants of you?"

"She would refuse and then he would beat her or just tie her down and take her anyway!" added Lydia.

"Which is why Miss Tara has found her a potential husband who is submissive. Rebecca mentioned to me last week that she has already enjoyed tying him down and then using a dildo in his bottom while spanking him. Said that his cock soon grew erect then and spurted all over the floor before she made him lick it all up!"

"So do you like Sir Harry?" asked Emilia.

"He could be far worse, Emilia! Yes, he is a lot older but he still has his own hair and teeth, he's rich and his cock is still nice and hard!"

"Molly!" gasped Emilia, scandalised by her flippancy.

"What else matters? I will be in charge of his household, able to buy myself what I wish and in return all I have to do is let him spank me, cane me and use me however he wishes! Seems like a good bargain to me!" responded Molly with a wink as Rebecca opened the door and slipped inside. Instantly, the three other girls went quiet, lay down on their thin mattresses and waited to see which of them would be picked to serve the prefect with their tongue. It was Lydia and she soon found herself lying underneath the prefect and licking her tight anal bud while the girl toyed idly with her clit until she finally came.

Chapter Eight

It was several days later that Emilia experienced her first horse ride. She had been constantly tormented by Miss Tara and Rebecca beforehand; spanked until her bottom cheeks positively glowed, caressed intimately but not allowed to come and made to drink down copious amounts of her mistress' amber nectar. During the nights, her hands had been cuffed so that she could not play with herself after Rebecca had caught her during the darkness, gasping out her delight as her fingers had frigged her pussy hard and fast. The punishment had been severe; a dozen strokes of the whip after a hard spanking and two hours spent milking the artificial cock whilst strapped down on the hay bale in the stable. Having a sore bottom as well as an aching jaw had been bad enough but Emilia had also suffered from the swollen clitoris that had throbbed irritatingly between her legs throughout the night as she had tried to snatch some sleep.

After milking one of the stiff cocks poking through the wooden board in the morning, Emilia was taken by Miss Tara into the stall with the model of a horse in it and ordered to face it whilst her mistress commented on the fine workmanship and the intricacies of the clockwork movement inside that kept it rocking back and forth slowly but surely. During the explanation, Emilia's eyes were focused on the leather saddle and the twin protuberances fitted into it. She swallowed hard as she realised what they were for and her bottom hole twinged in anticipatory protest at the thought of the dildo sliding deep into her darkness.

"Up you get, girl," ordered Miss Tara and Emilia swung her leg up and over the back of the beast, swaying forward as it rocked beneath her weight gently. While Emilia clung to the neck, Miss Tara oiled the twin dildos carefully then commanded Emilia to shuffle backwards right onto the saddle. Stifling a sob of shame, Emilia complied, body shaking a little as she felt the first dildo poke up against her soft folds. The large head stretched her labia wide as it started to push into her tightness and then the second dildo pushed up against the tiny whorl of her anus as her mistress snapped at her to put her hands behind her back. There they were cuffed together and, unable to use them to support her weight, Emilia felt herself sink down inexorably on to the two greasy poles as Miss Tara set the clockwork machinery into motion.

"It takes about an hour before the horse stops moving, Emilia," she murmured, patting the quivering girl's thigh gently. "Do enjoy yourself!"

The stable door banged shut behind her and Emilia was left to endure the constant movements of the thick dildo in and out of her pussy and anus as the horse rocked back and forth. At first, it was pure discomfort and pain as the twin cocks stretched her tight tubes and slithered ever deeper but, after a few minutes, pleasure seeped into her soul at the subtle sensations. Her clit began to tingle and throb with each movement of the thickest dildo in and out of her stretched slit and heat built in her flesh, sending a flush of red through her pale skin. Even the cock driving into her dark hole became pleasurable for some reason and she began to moan with delight. Her cries intensified with the feelings that ran through her skin and up into her mind and she suddenly came, spurting a shower of love dew over the leather saddle. A few minutes later and she came again under the pressure of the repetitive movement of the horse and her little cries soon became squeals and screams of delight mixed with despair as she could not stop her body responding to the machine. Her tiny bud bubbled like lava with heat and constantly exploded into action as the dildos relentlessly slithered in and out, remorselessly plundering her body even as the strength left her and she could only slump down fully on them and accept every last inch into her stretched orifices.

Miss Tara had to help the exhausted girl down off the horse when she returned an hour later just as the machine stopped moving. Supporting her body, she led Emilia back to her tiny room and left her there on her mattress to sleep after kissing her tenderly. It seemed to take forever before Emilia drifted off though as her clit ached with desire and felt as if it was several times its normal size whilst her insides felt incredibly sore. How many times had she come? Emilia shook her head slightly as she realised that she had lost count after five. Would it be the same with a man inside her? She slipped into sleep, imagining a pulsating prick remaining ever hard, driving constantly into her softness and soon she was whimpering in the grip of an imaginary orgasm.

Chapter Nine

A few days later, the noise of a carriage clattering into the yard disturbed Tara and she looked up from the letter she had been reading. It was from Molly's guardian agreeing that she should marry Sir Harry and a smile had crossed Tara's face when she had read it as she had realised that the commission payment from both men would enable her to keep her business running for another few months at least. Sir Harry had promised to be very generous in return for being recommended as suitable marriage material for the beautiful young girl and Tara looked forward to attending the wedding. Emilia also had the potential to attract a rich suitor and Tara was delighted to have received a telegram from one wealthy gentleman of longstanding acquaintance saying that he would be arriving the next day and was keen for his son and heir to test her out.

"It is Lady Davenport, Miss Tara," announced the parlour maid, curtseying gracefully.

"Send her in, Fanny, and go and tell the cook to make tea please."

Tara rose from her chair and walked over to the door as Rowena Davenport, Emilia's aunt, came in, green eyes sparkling with suppressed excitement. Tara regarded her fondly, smiling inwardly as she remembered how easy it had been to know what Rowena had been enjoying when they had both been younger. Much like her niece, she had delighted in being tormented and teased to the point of agony before being made to beg for her release. Those almost luminous green eyes gave away her thoughts instantly, mused Tara as she accepted Rowena's delicate kisses before telling her to sit down then observing her sternly as she stated, "I believe that you are early if you have come to see your niece. It is another week or so before her time is up and you can see what progress she has made although I have already lined up some candidates for her hand from my little black book!"

"I came to tell you something exciting, Tara," gabbled Rowena, words spilling out of her mouth.

"Miss Tara!"

"I am sorry, Miss Tara. I just got carried away," apologised Rowena.

"That will cost you six strokes on that pretty bottom of yours, Rowena. Now continue with what you were saying!"

Rowena, swallowing hard at the thought of her arse being striped, tried to get herself under control. She managed to order her thoughts, slowing her words down as she announced proudly, "I am down here because I am buying a house nearby, Miss Tara. The old manor house just up the lane in fact. I saw it for sale when I was here last time and I instantly thought how terrific it would be to be near you..."

Rowena's face paled and her words tailed off as she looked up and saw the set expression on Tara's face. Had she done the wrong thing? Was Tara angry with her? Then relief flooded through her as the tall woman sat down opposite and told Rowena to tell her everything.

"James has agreed as he can then spend more time in London with his mistress, the one he thinks I don't know about! He will come down sometimes at weekends or during the summer but otherwise I will be free to do what I wish. I thought that you might need some help..."

"Here? At the Stables? I am sure that I can find you a place, Rowena... even if it is crouched at my feet with a collar round your neck just as an example to the young ones!" remarked Tara, smiling as she saw the look of delight kindle in the woman's eyes.

"Thank you so much, Miss Tara!" stammered out Rowena, throwing herself out of the chair and crawling across to the other woman's booted feet.

"You may now demonstrate your suitability for a position by kissing my boots all over, Rowena, before I award you those half a dozen strokes of the cane!"

Rowena was still busy kissing and licking away fervently when Fanny entered with the tea tray. The maid, all too aware of her employer's proclivities as her own bottom regularly received a warming dose of the cane, strap or crop, sympathised when Tara informed her that the cane was needed and, after setting the tray down carefully on an occasional table, she went to fetch it, buttocks twingeing in painful memory of when she had been beaten a week ago.

"Thank you, Fanny," stated Tara coolly as the maid offered her the cane and she took it and leant it against her chair where Rowena could see it. "You may go, Fanny, as I shall pour the tea for Lady Davenport."

The door closed behind the maid and Rowena, face flaming red with embarrassment, was permitted to stop kissing her mistress' boots and try to make polite conversation with Tara despite the looming presence of the cane.

"So when will you move in?" asked Tara as she lifted the silver teapot and poured out a steaming brew into the bone china cup.

"Within the month, I hope, Miss Tara."

"Excellent news indeed, Rowena. Now display your breasts to me while we drink. I want to see those lovely nipples peeping at me!"

Flushing again, Rowena perched her cup on the table by her chair and fumbled open her blouse then unfastened her bodice to reveal the white mounds of flesh beneath. It felt unreal to be sitting on a chair with her breasts on display whilst drinking tea and conversing as if she was at a tea party with her friends but it was strangely exciting and she shivered as she realised that she would soon be able to see Tara every day and suffer at her skilled hands.

An hour later and walking with the strained gait of someone whose bottom cheeks bore the livid marks of the cane emblazoned upon them, Rowena accompanied Tara to visit her niece. Not that Emilia knew that she was being visited as she was strapped down over a hay bale in one of the stalls of the stables, a blindfold secured round her head and ear plugs fixed in place too. Her pert bottom cheeks were a rich dusky pink and little trails of clear love juice glistened on her inner thighs and pink pussy petals.

"Every so often, Rowena, either myself or Rebecca come in and spank Emilia then we play with her delicious tight pussy until she is so near to coming before we stop. She is so like you because she is willing to beg each time and promise us anything if she can climax. Look, even now you can see her wriggling her thighs against the itchy hay in a futile attempt to come!"

Rowena watched her niece moving and she remembered her own reaction so many years before when she too had been denied pleasure. It had been so horrible to be teased up to the brink time and time again and then refused the ultimate delight even when she had begged and pleaded. Only when Tara had been ready and satisfied that Rowena had learnt the lesson that it was utterly up to her master or mistress had she been allowed to come. Then it had been so intense that she had nearly passed out and she shivered at the memory, wondering how Emilia would cope when she was permitted to orgasm.

"Kneel for me and lick me, Rowena, while I spank your niece's pretty bottom again!" snapped Tara commandingly and Rowena followed her mistress' orders, pushing her head up inside the woman's long skirt and finding her pussy lips already moist with want. Lost in the darkness, she licked and sucked whilst the sharp sounds of smacks trickled through the material to her ears.

Tara spent several minutes reddening Emilia's arse cheeks, concentrating on each one in turn until they were glowing. Then she traced her fingers down the exposed anal cleft and into the softness of the girl's slit and found that she was dripping wet. Rubbing her fingers along the puffy labia and onto the swollen bud of Emilia's clit, Tara soon had the girl crying out for relief, her voice breaking as she begged to be allowed to come. Excitement flowed through Tara at the power she had while her own clit pulsed with desire and she dribbled her own sweetness down into Rowena's mouth as the woman's agile tongue licked along the length of her pussy then twirled inside her. Pleasure soon overwhelmed her and she cried out in delight as the delicious ripples of lust flooded through her body.

Emilia, bound, gagged and deaf to the world, was only conscious of the fingers drifting away from her aching bud, leaving her on the edge of ecstasy, and she wept bitter salt tears into the straw as she wondered how long it would be before she was permitted to climax. Pain flowed back into her body as Tara began to smack the back of her thighs, swiftly reddening the creamy skin whilst Rowena, mouth dripping with love juice, stood by and watched her niece get punished, wishing deep down that it was herself.

"We shall return in a couple of hours and then possibly allow her to have some pleasure, Rowena. In the meantime, you can come with me and we will discuss what your tasks will be when you have moved down here and are available to serve your mistress! By the way, are you travelling home today?"

"No, Miss Tara. I have booked a room at the local inn," answered Rowena.

"Then you will cancel it and stay with me. Your coachman can go to the inn and then come back for you tomorrow afternoon," declared Tara and Rowena bowed her head submissively, excitement blossoming as she thought about spending a whole night with her old friend and tormentor.

At just after eight in the evening, Emilia, watched by Tara and Rowena, exploded into ecstasy. Licked fervently by Molly, arse cheeks bearing the vivid marks of a dozen crisp cane strokes and body exhausted by her long ordeal, the girl screamed out her desire into the straw. Her body wriggled madly against the restraints as pleasure took over her soul and Molly's face was soaked by the spurts of sweet juice that fountained out of Emilia's spasming pussy. Mind tormented by lust, Emilia sobbed her heart out as further floods of pleasure rushed through her senses until exhaustion overcame her and she sank down slowly into sleep, body twitching as the last ripples of delight slithered through her nerve endings.

Chapter Ten

"It is very good to see you again after so many years, Lord Mordaunt," stated Tara, meeting the tall, imposing figure of the nobleman as he stepped down from his carriage the next morning.

"And it is such a pleasure to see you once more, Tara," Lord Mordaunt replied, taking her dainty hand and kissing it several times before he added, "May I introduce my son, Adam?"

"Delighted to meet you," remarked Tara as a younger version of his father stepped out and smiled at her, pale grey eyes running up and down her trim figure and assessing her instantly. "Is he...?"

"Like his father? Yes, my dear lady, in every way! He relishes taking a submissive girl and making her his own and I believe that you mentioned in your letter that you had someone special for him to meet?"

"I do indeed although, not to leave you feeling left out, I have found you someone to entertain you too, Lord Mordaunt!"

"You are too kind, Tara. Such a pity that you are not the submissive sort or I would have been delighted to play with you and make you beg for mercy!"

"I prefer to make my men beg at my feet for me, sir! Now, if you two would like to follow me!"

Smiling, Tara led the way into the main building and then, bidding Adam to wait for a few moments, she took Lord Mordaunt down the corridor and directed him into the third stable along. His eyes lit up as he saw the naked woman stretched up on tiptoe as her wrists were cuffed into chains that were attached to the ceiling. A black hood covered her face although dark hair spilled out from underneath and cascaded halfway down her pale back.

"Your playmate, your lordship, for the next few hours whilst your son is getting to know Emilia. You may remove the hood whenever you wish but you will find that the lady beneath is blindfolded and her ears are plugged to stop her hearing you until you are ready to let her know who you are... if you wish to! There are plenty of useful items in the chest in the corner over there. I will now leave you to enjoy yourself!"

"Many thanks, Tara," answered Mordaunt, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it on a peg set into the wall. "This does bring back old times!"

"Indeed it does, sir!" replied Tara, a wicked grin crossing her face as she slipped out of the stable and led Adam towards his submissive offering.

Emilia shivered uncontrollably as the stable door banged shut. Despite wanting to see who was going to be playing with her so much, she kept her head bowed and eyes fixed firmly on the ground, not daring to move in case she incurred Miss Tara's wrath.

"This is Emilia. Quite a recent addition to our stable and yet full of promise. She is at your disposal for the next hour or so if you should wish to avail yourself of any of her charms," stated Miss Tara, idly running her fingers through the coppery curls of the kneeling girl.

"You are too kind," replied a low voice and Emilia shivered again, realising that the person who was being offered her submission and obedience was a man. Her heart pounded faster in her chest and she bit back a little whimper of fear as the man circled round her slowly, booted feet rustling in the straw as he observed her nakedness.

"Beautiful indeed. I do appreciate redheads and their pale skin because it marks up so wonderfully well," the man observed.

"It does indeed, Adam. In fact, as you will no doubt notice when she stands up, she still bears the marks of the cane from yesterday across her pretty bottom cheeks. I will stay to observe if you have no objection?"

"None at all," Adam answered immediately, realising that Tara wanted to make sure that he knew what he was doing and did not permanently harm her girl.

"Stand up, Emilia, and look at me!" Adam commanded and he watched her rise gracefully from her kneeling position, pert breasts swaying gently as she automatically placed her hands behind her back and waited. Her soft green eyes met his pale grey ones and flickered, interest and excitement shining through as he removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

"You will address me as sir throughout our session and if you fail to do so then I will punish you, Emilia. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Emilia whispered back, trying to control the little ripples of fear and excitement that slithered through her body as he stepped closer. Reaching out, he took her breast in his hand and weighed it thoughtfully then slid his fingers up over the nipple and started to toy with it, squeezing, stroking and caressing it until the bud hardened in response. His strong fingers pulled the nipple away from her breast, stretching it out and then he started to spank the soft flesh either side, reddening the creamy skin and sending sharp pangs of pain seething through her body. Emilia hissed and moaned at the slicing pain then relaxed as he let go of her nipple and sucked it into his mouth instead, teasing the tip with his tongue before he started to squeeze his lips around it instead.

Stepping away, Adam looked at the bright red breast and its stark contrast to the pale whiteness of her other one. Both nipples were hard though and he started to flick one then the other, gradually making his fingers move faster and harder as he stared into her eyes and watched the pain flare deep within. Then he spanked her untouched breast, swiftly making it as red as the other one before he kissed it, slithering the tip of his tongue over the heated surface of her skin and feeling her heart beat faster and faster as he slid one hand down through her luxuriant copper curls and found the softness of her slit.

"Wet already, I see! Truly a girl who likes to be teased and tormented!" he observed, smiling as she blushed while Miss Tara nodded her head in agreement. His hand cupped Emilia's wetness, rubbing back and forth over her pussy for a few moments before he withdrew it and then slid it across her lips. She recoiled slightly and he frowned, reaching out and holding her head still with one strong hand while he continued to dry his palm off on her mouth and cheeks.

Emilia could not stop her face flaming with embarrassment as he wiped her own juices over her face. It was such an intimate thing to experience and each touch of his hand on her skin made her feel even wetter and she bit back a groan of frustration as fresh love dew leaked out of her pussy and stained her inner thighs. Why was she made like this? Why did she have to respond to pain and humiliation?

"Lie back on the hay bale and play with yourself for me!" the man ordered abruptly and Emilia gasped out, "What? No..." The idea of fondling her own body in front of him was so very... perverse... so exciting!

"Do you have a strap available, Miss Tara?" inquired Adam thoughtfully. "I do believe this submissive needs a lesson on how to behave!"

"Of course, Adam. There is one in the chest there along with a few other implements that you might find useful," stated Tara.

"Excellent. Now, Emilia, bend over and grasp your ankles tightly. You will count the strokes and if you fail to do so then I will begin all over again. Half a dozen for refusing and a further half a dozen for failing to call me sir!"

Rummaging through the chest, Adam soon found a heavy leather strap and he flexed it, feeling the weight before swishing it experimentally through the air a couple of times before he turned round and caught sight of Emilia's bent over form. The sight nearly made him forget all about punishing her as her pussy lips were on display along with the tiny dark star of her anus. His cock pressed insistently against his trousers and it was all he could do to resist the temptation to pull it out and sink it into her hot, moist depths. By a great effort of will, he walked back over and ran his hand across the smooth surface of her arse which was broken only by the raised welts left by yesterday's caning.

Emilia felt incredibly embarrassed and ashamed as she bent over and held on tightly to her slim ankles. The shame was from refusing an order and she knew that she had let Miss Tara down. Breathing quickly, she waited, face growing ever redder. Footsteps rustled through the straw and then she stifled a sob as a hard hand rested on her bottom and started to slither over it exploratively, feeling the marks left by her previous caning. Emilia found herself almost relaxing into the touch of the hand upon her skin, knowing that while he was feeling her flesh, he would not be using the strap. It disappeared though and she shuddered, waiting for the pain that she knew was to follow as Adam idly swished the leather strap through the air a couple of times before swinging it accurately against her bare bottom. Heat blazed into Emilia's arse as the heavy leather caressed it with tongues of fire and the impact forced out a groan. Then the pain flashed into her mind too and she gasped, swaying forwards a little as she managed to count out the first number.

Whilst Emilia was being introduced to Adam and the stinging delights of the strap, his father, Lord Mordaunt, was acquainting himself or rather reacquainting himself with Rowena. Having pulled off the black hood, Mordaunt's pale eyes widened in surprise and he let out a little gasp of shock as he instantly recognised the face waiting for him underneath. Despite the passing years, far too many of them as far as he was concerned, she did not seem to have changed at all. Her petite figure was much the same although her breasts were a trifle larger than they used to be. The glorious bush of dark curls was still intact, hiding her pussy completely from view but he knew that it would be nestled there, lips shining with want as she waited to be used and abused. If only her family had not wanted her to marry for money, he thought bitterly. But needs must when the devil drives as the old saying went! Now they would have welcomed him with open arms as he had become rich due to the coal discovered on his estates nearby. Then she had been made to marry some banker chap in the city.

After standing still for a few minutes lost in a world of what ifs, Mordaunt pulled himself together and started to tease her body, stroking her breasts and smiling as her nipples hardened almost instantly. He kissed and licked them, feeling her body respond and she gave out little moans of delight as he teased them with his teeth, pulling them away from her body. Eventually, he released her swollen nipples and stepped round her fettered form, delighting in the smoothness of her bottom cheeks under his hand. He could not resist spanking her then, whipping his hand across the whiteness time and time again, relishing the familiar yet so long forgotten reaction as she moaned with pleasure when the stinging pain slithered into her senses. Pink then red her cheeks went and he kept on spanking them, unable to stop due to the absolute enjoyment he was both getting and giving. Dark red blotches on her buttocks slipped into purple before he finished and then he slid his fingers between her pale thighs and found her dripping wet with lust. He smiled, remembering how she had responded in the exact same way all those years before and he patted her pussy lips gently.

Rowena felt the palm cup and smack her slit softly and she groaned in delight. It was something that James had never done to her and she last remembered being beaten there when she had been at the Stables. Alex, her intended, had made her stand with her legs wide apart and spanked her there, gradually increasing the severity of the smacks just as this person was doing now. She had disgraced herself by coming without being given permission and he had then caned her on the back of her thighs, making them so sore that she had not been able to sit down properly for a week without it hurting. The gentle smacks became harder and she wriggled in her chains as the pain washed through her senses and exploded in her brain, exciting her swollen nub as the hard hand crushed it into her soft flesh. Again and again, agony surged through her senses and Rowena's body surged into pleasure with it, riding the waves of pain until she could do nothing but scream out in ecstasy. Spurt after spurt of love juice stained the hand that still smacked her pulsing pussy and all strength seemed to leave her legs as she climaxed again and again until finally the hand stopped and her blindfold was removed.

Twelve hard strokes of the leather had emblazoned soreness as well as redness across Emilia's pert cheeks. She had squealed and hissed as the heavy strap had made contact with her soft flesh but somehow she had managed to keep count and thank her tormentor each time. In fact, after the sixth stroke, Emilia had found herself revelling in the absolute agony that seethed through her body and the burning heat on her arse cheeks. Her clit had throbbed and pulsed in sympathy with the strokes which had landed on her bare bottom and she edged ever closer to coming, only to be denied pleasure when the last stroke singed her bottom cheeks and she was left bent over as Adam explored her wealed flesh, commenting to Tara on its warmth and beauty.

After a couple of minutes, he once again commanded her to go and lie down on the hay bale and to play with herself and this time Emilia obeyed instantly, scurrying over like a mouse chased by a cat. Face bright red, she inched her fingers down through her curls and into the softness of her slit, stroking one down the centre of her wetness and sighing with pleasure at the intensity of the feeling after being beaten so hard. After snapping at her to make sure that she did not come, Adam, along with Tara, stood and watched her for a while, delighting in the sight of her fingers stroking and caressing her pussy whilst her tongue flickered in and out of her lips without her even knowing about it.

"I think," whispered Adam to Tara, "it would be delightful if she could use her tongue on you... if you would permit it?"

Tara looked at him and smiled then moved towards the girl, sliding her skirt up her thighs until she bared her slim thighs. Adam watched her as she straddled Emilia's face then lowered her hips down slowly until her labial lips just touched the girl's mouth.

Emilia moaned with pleasure as she looked up into the moist depths of her mistress' pussy and then her pink tongue flickered out and dabbed daintily at the soft flaps above it. Pleasure rippled through her and she nearly came as her fingers stroked over her bulging clit but she gritted her teeth and managed to hold back, teasing her fingers into her sopping pussy instead as she concentrated on licking and sucking at the softness encompassing her face.

Adam watched as he stripped off, revealing a muscular physique and a large cock that stood out like a flagpole from a nest of curly, dark hair. Dribbles of precome leaked from his purple knob as he stepped forward and rested the twitching glans on the smoothness of Emilia's inner thigh as her fingers dabbled gently in her sopping slit. It was hard to resist driving deep into her immediately but he had something else in mind and so he grabbed her ankle and lifted her left leg up, manoeuvring it until Tara could grasp the ankle tightly as she bounced up and down on the girl's face. He moved the other leg up too, smiling as it was trapped by Tara's strong fingers and then he stroked the girl's wetness down her anal crack, spreading it liberally over her tight little hole.

Emilia wriggled at the touch but she could not get free and her heart pounded faster as wetness oiled her anus. Fear flooded into her mind and she became even more aroused, pussy leaking her love juices constantly as her fingers pushed in and out slowly. She felt Tara above her move faster, grinding her wetness down onto Emilia's mouth and then her mistress gasped out in pleasure and a torrent of sweetness engulfed her, soaking her face and dribbling down her chin onto her neck and breasts just as she felt something huge and hard push against the tight opening to her rectum.

Adam eased the throbbing head of his cock against the whorled entrance and waited, feeling her body shiver with tension. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her slightly then pushed harder and felt her shudder as the first inch or so of his prick entered her dark star. He waited for her to become accustomed to the feeling then inched in further, teasing open her tightness with his knob until all of it was swallowed up by her rectal ring. Emilia screamed out in pain and pleasure as her bottom hole was stretched wider and wider by his thickness and her fingers slithered in and out of her pussy faster, sending shivers of rapture running through her flesh. Another thrust and her stretched ring closed around his slightly thinner shaft and then she was being used as his cock slid in and out of her arse. Pain and pleasure combined instantly to force her into ecstasy and Emilia climaxed, showering her body and his with spurt after spurt of love dew as he ravaged her anal tightness, plundering it with his prick. Ripple after ripple of rapture rushed through her senses and exploded into her brain and Emilia lost track of where she was as her mind was filled with desire and lust. She drew in sharp breaths filled with the sensuous scent of her mistress who was still on top of her every time that Adam's cock drove deep into her anus and her tight walls clenched around it, making him grit his teeth as he tried to resist his own desire to explode within her. He managed to hold back for another minute or so but then desire overwhelmed him and he groaned out in lust as jet after jet of thick, creamy come shot out of his cock and into her bottom hole. Her anal walls milked his shaft dry, pulsing around it as she came again and he felt as if his insides were being torn out as every last drop of spunk was sucked out of his cock and into her tight anus.

Meanwhile, Rowena, next door, stared into Alex, Lord Mordaunt's face without recognition for a moment then memories flooded back in and she gasped in surprise, face flushing instantly.

"Hello again, Rowena," he murmured as he bent forward and kissed her then he hugged her tightly and slid his thick prick up between her thighs as they kissed again. Rowena sighed in delight as the velvety smooth head nuzzled into her pussy petals, pushing them aside eagerly before sliding deep into her wetness. Their tongues twirled together like dancers as his cock slid in and out of her soaking slit. Squelchy, lubricious sounds echoed round the room as their bodies merged into one and Rowena screamed out her passion into her old lover's mouth. She flooded his cock with wetness and it dripped down their thighs as he shafted her hard and fast until his own climax raced through him and his body shuddered as his cock emptied into her waiting and welcoming warmth.

After a few minutes to let her recover slightly, Alex Mordaunt led Rowena out and into the stable next door where they paused in the doorway and watched, each smiling slightly, Emilia cleaning up Adam's sperm-stained cock with her tongue. Despite it having been deep in her arse, the girl eagerly licked and sucked the thick shaft and purple knob, smiling secretly to herself a she felt it slowly stiffen. Pleasure filled her at the perversity of her actions and then, a few minutes later, her mouth was filled too by another rush of semen that bubbled out of his prick. She gulped it all down and then licked round the head, only aware of her new audience when Miss Tara commented, "So good to see you both together again!"

Chapter Eleven

A successful couple of weeks, thought Tara, reading over the accounts which Rowena had prepared diligently. With Molly's wedding all arranged and an understanding between Adam and Emilia, her business certainly had enough money to last for another year or so. Lydia still needed to be found a master whilst Rebecca would soon be leaving to get married; a humble submissive that she could ill-treat for her delight and his! Setting the account ledgers on her desk, Tara stood and moved round to the other side where Rowena waited, head bent to the floor and buttocks bared.

"Very good accounts, my dear Rowena, although you have forgotten to make an allowance for your wages!"

"But I don't want any money, Miss Tara" whispered Rowena. "I have all I need from James!"

"Your wages, my dear friend, are to be caned every week or more often if I wish. Three strokes per day between canings so that makes a grand total of fifteen for today. Make sure you thank me for each one and then afterwards I might tease that little pussy... or then again I might not. Perhaps I should make you wait until Lord Mordaunt comes down again?"

Smiling widely at the little moan that seeped out of Rowena's lips, Tara picked a heavy rattan cane out of the elephant foot's umbrella stand by the door and then swished it experimentally through the air. A scene outside the window caught her eye for a moment and she watched as Emilia galloped by on all fours, her tail swaying gracefully. Black leather gloves, moulded into the form of hooves, encased her hands whilst leather stockings also like hooves at the end, fitted snugly on her legs. The bit and bridle added to the overall effect and Tara knew that Adam would be delighted to use the little pony girl when they returned to visit in a couple of days. The sharp cracking of a whip across Emilia's pale buttocks reminded Tara of her duty and she sighed with pleasure and whipped the rattan rod down, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the helpless woman kneeling down in front of her. It was such hard work running the Stables but someone had to do it, she thought as she wielded the cane expertly, creating a rich tapestry of red threads on the white canvas of her submissive's beautiful bottom as her eyes were caught by the two letters lying on her desk. More possibilities? One of the girls definitely seemed promising and she would be arriving with her guardian in a couple of hours but that left ample time to torment Rowena and then get ready. Smiling, Tara cracked the cane across her submissive's bottom cheeks once more and watched a perfectly straight line of red blossom into beauty on the white buttocks. The Stables were her life and what a good and rewarding life it was turning out to be!