2 comments/ 41905 views/ 8 favorites Linda & the Stableman By: P_V **** Thanks to all my readers for their feedback and interest. This is a story that's been kicking around my hard drive since before the "Orgasm Torture" series was conceived. Though the main character are real, this never really happened. I have no plans for future episodes of this story, though anything is possible. Please, feel free to rate it and send feedback if you find it worth commenting on! I haven't forgotten about you "Orgasm Torture" fans - I really do have more planned, unfortunately, this earning a living business gets in the way! Thanks again to WomanChild - my editor and ...... ***** Chapter 1 - Linda breaks the Wild Stallion Linda watched herself in the mirror as she dressed. She was preparing for he usual late-afternoon ride that she always treated herself to after a hard day of working on land deals, cattle contracts, and payroll for her ranch hands and servants. 'Mrs. Linda' was a woman forced to compete in a man's world when her husband was trampled during a stampede. Though "Mrs. Linda" wasn't technically correct, she preferred it to "The Widow McAllister", so she didn't correct people when they called her "Mrs. Linda". Most of her staff called her "ma'am" out of respect, well earned respect, for she had continued to run the ranch efficiently, professionally, and profitably these last 5 years after her husband's death. She slowly donned her starched white blouse, eyeing her full breasts filling the proper white bra. She pulled her tight, tan jodhpurs up her long legs and over her un-pantied bottom. Scandalous! She thought to herself if anyone knew she was bare under there. She grinned - she loved the feel of the tight pants against her bottom and between her legs as she rode. The tight fabric, the hard leather saddle - and the powerful, rhythmic motion of the horse beneath her. Often, her riding would bring her so close to orgasm that she didn't feel guilty at all "finishing the job" as she reclined in her after-ride bath. Today she would be riding Buck - her bay stallion. Riding him always made her feel better - the wind in her hair, the sun on her back, and Buck's powerful body throbbing beneath her. Tucking her riding crop under her arm, she took a last look in the mirror. She looked like the proper lady rancher. She strode through the house and into the courtyard. 'Bath ready in 2 hours Mrs. Linda?' her maid asked. "Yes Mamie" she answered, heading to her private stable. Buck should be out here already she thought, looking at the hitching post outside her barn and not seeing her horse. She stepped into the cool, dark stable, expecting to see Val - her stableman readying Buck. As her eyes adjusted to the dim interior, she could see that Buck was there – in his stall – not showing any signs of being ready to ride, or being made ready. Val, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, she was worried that he had been hurt or injured by one of the horses, and she felt herself become a bit frantic as she searched for him in one stall after another. She neared the end of the stable and pushed the door of the tack room open with her crop, only to see Val sleeping peacefully in a pile of hay, shirtless, without a care in the world. She was relieved, of course, to see that he hadn't been injured, but at once she felt her face redden in anger at his laziness and for the needless concern she had for him. "VAL!!!" she screamed at him. He sprang instantly to his feet, startled, and a bit intimidated by her tone and appearance, he put on his best "innocent" face and tried to think of something smooth to say that would defuse Linda's obvious wrath. "I'm sorry Ma'am, just that I was out breaking a horse this morning and I got so worn out that I sat down for a few minutes and the next thing I knew...." "QUIET!" Linda fairly screamed as she slapped the crop against her boot. "Dammit Val, if the work here in the stable is too hard for you, I'm sure I can find a field hand who is up to the task of making sure my horse is groomed, fed and saddled when I want to go for a ride. I don't think that's asking too much, do you Val?" His head sank forward onto his chest in shame as she berated him. "I was worried that you were hurt or sick when I didn't see you. I thought a horse had kicked you or knocked you down. I was afraid Val." She was on the verge of tears as she shouted at him, her anger at him revealing something deeper to her. "I care about you Val – I would be very upset if something ever happened to you......" He looked up through his tousled hair to see her facing him – gloved fists on her hips, yet tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Better be careful Ma'am", he grinned, " the boys will say you're sweet on me...." His voice trailed off as soon as the words escaped his lips – he knew that he had said the wrong thing – and he saw the flames of anger rekindle in her eyes. Smile fading, he quickly sprang to the rail where her saddle was slung to retrieve it and saddle Buck before she started a new attack. Linda felt the blood rise in her face as she grew even angrier than she was initially. A roar of anger escaped her lips as she fairly flew at him and pushed him hard in the back with both hands. Her wrath had made her stronger than usual, and the unexpected shove caught Val off-balance, he stumbled forward and fell as the saddle on the rail caught him high on the thighs. With nothing to push against – and in an awkward position, he thrashed around ineffectively as Linda scooped up her fallen riding crop from the straw-strewn floor. Still seething with anger, she drew it back and brought it down hard across his denim-covered cheeks. "OW!" screamed Val as the unexpected smack stung him even through the heavy fabric. Linda's hair flew as she drew back and delivered another vicious blow to Val's butt. "DAMN!" he yelled in response. Three more times the crop rose and fell, "Geez!", "Hell!", "Damn!" came the response to each blow in turn. Linda stopped as she heard a noise behind her. Turning, she looked to the open door, recognizing voices from the barn. "Don't you move!" she hissed at Val's back as she pointed with her crop, "I'm not through with you yet!". She strode three long steps to the door just in time to see Zeke snatching the hat off his head and looking very uncomfortable. "Sorry Ma'am – I jus' heard a ruckus here and thought there was a problem." She could see a few other hands behind him as tried to answer as calmly as possible. "No problem Zeke, I'm just taking care of a minor difficulty here – you and the boys can get back to your chores." Maybe it was the tone of her voice, maybe the look in her eyes – or maybe the crop still gripped tightly in her gloved hand that made her point clear, but Zeke and the others fairly fell over themselves exiting the barn with hurried "Yes Ma'ams!" mumbled over their shoulders. When they had left the barn, Linda closed and latched the tack room door and turned back to Val. She really wasn't of a mind to use the crop anymore, but she knew that they needed to talk. She saw him shaking as he lay across the saddle. "Val?" she asked nervously – wondering if something was wrong. "VAL?" she called out louder as he continued to rhythmically shake where he lay. She rushed around to kneel where his head was and saw that tears were streaming from his clenched eyes and that his mouth was agape in a silent...... Laugh!? He caught his breath after a second and laughed out loud as he lay there – too weak from the apparent humor to even move. "Taking care of a 'minor difficulty' Ma'am?" he managed to wheeze out between laughs. That he found the situation even remotely funny made her blood boil again as she straightened up. She moved behind him again. "Stand up Val." She calmly said. He continued his laughter-induced paralysis. Gritting her teeth she ordered: "Dammit Val, stand UP!!!" The steel in her voice made him see the gravity of the situation, and he managed to slowly push himself up from his awkward position. "I would think that a few hard smacks with a riding crop would convince you that I mean business Val, but from your laughter, I guess I was wrong." Her assessment was confirmed by the smirk on his face as she looked at him stone coldly. "I guess your jeans are too thick to allow the crop to get your attention. Take off your pants Val." His face lost all color at the words. "What Ms. Linda?" he asked, hoping he had heard wrong. "I said" she said in a clipped tone, "take off your pants Val, and I will NOT say it again." He hesitated a moment too long and she reached forward yanking the top tab of his jeans, causing the button fly to "zip" open, exposing the top of his dark thatch of curls. Pushing him back towards the rail with the saddle over it, she ordered "Get back over that saddle". He saw the look in her eyes and decided not to argue, lowering himself over the smooth brown leather. As he lowered himself, he felt her gloved hand tugging down his jeans, pulling them down over his muscular bottom. He started to object, but her stern "Don't you move until I'm finished with you." kept him from resisting. She tugged his tight jeans down until they were at his knees – and then stepped back. "Maybe without those thick pants between you and my crop, I'll convince you that this is not a laughing matter!" With that, she drew back the crop and swished it through the air, landing its leather tip squarely across Val's bare cheeks. It struck with a loud crack and a wince out of Val, but he managed to stifle his outcry. Without waiting, Linda delivered another stinging blow to Val's exposed bottom, drawing a stifled cry and raising a second red stripe across his cheeks. A third – still harder blow followed, drawing a yelp of pain from Val, then a fourth – causing him to arch and cry out again. A fifth stripe formed under her crop as he fairly screamed out and Linda dropped her crop in shock at what she had just done. Her anger pushed aside from the sight before her caused a torrent of tears to stream down her face as she gingerly reached out a finger to trace one of the angry red welts she had just created. Val jumped a bit at the touch on the tender skin and she drew her hand back. Burying her face in her hands, she sobbed uncontrollably as her emotions all flowed to the surface. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" she croaked out between sobs as her shoulders shook with the force of her sobbing. She felt a soft touch on her shoulder – then her hair being brushed out of her face as he wrapped his tan arms around her shoulders and drew her to his chest. "No Linda, I'm sorry" he whispered, "Sorry to have made you so angry". She let her arms fall to her sides as his embrace enveloped her. "I'm fine, really Linda – it doesn't hurt too bad, it's ok." "But your bottom..." she said softly as she looked up at him with damp eyes. Her hand tenderly slipped around his slim waist – then down to gently feel the hot welts she raised on his bare cheeks. He winced slightly at her touch. "I mean it doesn't hurt if you don't touch 'em." He said with a bit of a pained chuckle in his voice. He looked down into her eyes and stooped a bit to bring her chin up to his shoulder as he hugged her against him. Linda felt another senastion now, one she hadn't had in a long time, and one that was stronger than she remembered. She felt heat rising in her bosom now, a heat that seemed to radiate from the pit of her stomach and flow through her breasts to her face. It had been so long since she'd been in a man's embrace, and it filled her with a sense of warmth, calm, satisfaction – and desire. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, pressing her breasts against his chest, pulling her hips forward against his. It was then that she felt something else, the hardness pressing against her belly, the throbbing hardness of the man she was embracing. The desire pushed all the other feelings out of her head as she turned her head a bit to kiss his neck, to plant a line of wet kisses from his neck, along his rough cheek until her panting lips joined his in a deep passionate kiss. She pulled him tighter against him, grinding her pelvis against the hard bulge pressing against her. Her hands caressed his back, sliding down again to cup his lower cheeks – gently this time – as she moaned in desire and lust. Her lips spread hot wet kisses over Val's mouth, every so often, his lips would "catch" hers and engage in a long, deep kiss, tongues meeting and lips hungrily devouring lips. His hands slid down her white-bloused back to rest on the tan fabric-covered globes of her bottom. He firmly squeezed them as he pulled her against his loins. "MMMMMMmmmmmmm" she moaned in desperate desire. She ground her hips wantonly against his pelvis, against the hard shaft of his manhood that was standing firmly at attention at his lower abdomen. Her kisses changed from hot passion to hunger as she felt his rock-hard cock pressed against her, she felt the dampness between her legs flowing as her arousal rose higher and higher. She felt his strong hands rise up her bottom, then down again as she realized that he was sliding them down inside her pants. "No!" she started to say as she pushed away from him looking down at the straw-covered floor, but the sight of his rigid manhood caught her eye and any thoughts or words or resistance were forgotten for good. She stared in fascination and desire at the naked man in front of her, his hands still inside the waist of her riding pants. Her hands slid down his sides, slid toward the focus of her gaze, down his taught belly, though the dark nest of curls, coming to rest on his hard cock. The hard-driving woman was gone – all gone, she was replaced by the woman that she always dreamed of being – a woman who desired – and who allowed herself to act on her desires. Linda pulled herself close to him again. "yes" she whispered as she softly kissed his chest. Her warm cheek pressed against his chest, her hot breath moaning out a new response. "Yes Val...please" she whispered again, allowing herself to voice the desire she'd hidden from him these past months. She felt his strong, rough hands against her bare cheeks inside her jodhpurs again and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. His hands rose up again – then down as he peeled the tight pants down her hips and slowly over her bottom. He sank to his knees to push the rolled fabric down to her boot tops, kissing her neck, chest, and stomach through the starched white fabric as he went. He knelt in front of her and started unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom up, kissing her just above her damp of curls as he did. A wave of embarrassment swept over her as he did this, but her desire was greater, and she struggled with the remaining buttons with her gloved hands. Their hands met at the last button of the blouse, and he unsnapped the fastenings at the wrists of the leather gloves. As she fumbled to remove the gloves, he opened the front of her blouse, and peeled if off of her shoulders and down her arms, pinning her arms behind her as the half-off gloves tangled in the blouse material. He pulled her tightly against him, pressing her against his tan chest as he covered her mouth with his. As her hands struggled with the gloves, his seemed to deftly unfasten her bra and free her from it. She felt him pushing her back, back and down, until he lowered her to the floor, straw gently poking against her bare bottom. He supported himself on his hands as he maintained the kiss, leaving her sitting upright. He moved down, to her legs, grasping her high boot with his strong hands and expertly sliding it off by pulling against her heel and instep. The other boot followed, then he tugged the tight pants the rest of the way off, leaving her sitting there as she finally got both gloves off and shucked the bra from her arms. She sat gazing at him – heart racing and bosom rising and falling with her deep breaths. She saw him in front of her, kneeling, his strong shoulders glistening softly in the diffused light – she saw the erect pole of his manhood – pointing at the rafters and bobbing in time to his racing heart. A look of fear, wonder, lust, passion came over her face as he moved towards her on his knees. She lay back as he moved over her, her left arm circling his neck, and her right hand reaching for the throbbing shaft of his hard cock as she spread her legs to bring him close against her, she pulled his face to hers to receive his deep kiss as she guided his hard cock to the entrance to her wet, throbbing pussy. An excited chill ran though her as the head touched the entrance of her vagina, then a deep sigh as he slid easily into her wetness. Chapter 2 – Setting the Stallion Free Linda and Val settled into a pattern all their own. As far as his official duties were concerned, Val was a model employee. Linda's horse would be groomed, saddled and ready for her to ride at her usual time every afternoon. In public the most intimate he was with her was boosting her onto her tall mount by her boot. After hours was entirely another matter – Linda still enjoyed her afternoon bath, but she had no need to reach under the bubbles to rub her wanting pussy – Val would service it quite thoroughly later! Each night, when the house was asleep, he would climb up the back stairs, and swing onto her balcony. She'd open the doors for him, adorned in her sheer nightgown. He'd take her in his arms, kiss her gently, and peel the thin fabric off her shoulders, exposing her nakedness to him. She'd reach forward and unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his trim hips while he wriggled out of his shirt. He'd guide her back, onto the bed, kissing her deeply. Hugging her tightly. She'd wrap her legs around him as he penetrated her deeply, pumping into her tirelessly, until she was sated, several times a night. He'd hold her as she drifted off, sleeping with her until almost dawn - but no longer – appearances had to be maintained, and he eased himself out of her soft bed each morning, leave by the balcony, get another hour of sleep before rising in his own bunk. Yes – for Linda, life was good again – better than good! She'd had more sex in three weeks with Val than she'd had in 15 years with her husband! Val was content too. He had the woman he'd always fantasized about – she wanted and desired him, she responded to him. He enjoyed the time they spent loving each other – and wasn't really concerned about sneaking around. Though he wasn't that experienced, from what he heard about women, Linda was more libidinous than most women of her day. She cried out openly when he brought her to climax, she whispered things in his ear that made his heart pound. Still, Linda felt there was something missing. Since the day of her cropping Val in the tack room, he'd been a good employee, gentle lover, and perfect gentlemen. The it struk her - she hadn't fantasized about the "perfect gentleman" he had become. No, what attracted her to him, what she thought about while she used to please herself in her bath was the the rough, rugged stableman. The cockiness, sass, and self-confidence that was just shy of being out of control or insubordinate. She sat on her 4-poster bed and pondered her situation. "What's your problem Mrs. Linda?" Mamie called from the doorway. "No, nothing Mamie" she lied. Her housekeeper came into the room. "Scuse me for sayin' so Maam, but you aint foolin no-one with that talk." "What do you mean?" she asked, stiffenning – fearing Mamie knew about her and Val. "Well, Mrs. Linda, I been with you for over 20 years, through good times an' bad. I can tells when you's unhappy. I thought sure when you and Mr. Val started meetin' nights yo problems was over." Linda & the Stableman "SHHHH!" Linda hissed, moving to close the door. "What are you talking about?" she asked, feigning innocence. "Oh, Mrs. Linda, you caint hide nothin from me – I knowed you too long. Why the time you came back from the stable after givin' Mr. Val that lickin', I knowed that you was gettin his services." "His 'services'?" she asked, trying not to blush. "Maam, it don't take no college graduate to see the look in your eye that says you's a complete woman again. "'Sides' I dun seen Mr Val climbing out your bedroom too many morning to think I's havin a dream. Sometimes, he leaves buck-naked! I can see's why you a moanin' and the bedsprings goin' all night". Now the color drained from Linda's face – discovered! She could see it now, disgrace, scandal, the talk! Mamie could see this in her face and quickly reassured her – "Don' worry child", she grinned, "Ain't nobody know 'bout that part but me, an Mamie ain't talkin'" She breathed a sigh of relief, Mamie had always been her closest confidant – as well as being hard to put anything over on. "What do you mean 'that part' Mamie?" "Well – the whole ranch knows you done took your crop to Mr. Val – they done heard him cry out when you wailed on his naked behind – one or two even saw you swingin' that whip – afore you shut the door – they all hightailed it outta there when they seed you, they was afraid they was next!" she said laughing, "But I'll bet I knows what happen in there after that!" "Oh Mamie", she hugged her maid, "How'd you become so wise?" "I keeps my eyes open child." She says, hugging Linda. "So tell Mamie your troubles – how can you be sad with that man lovin' you every night?" "I don't know Mamie, Val's great, kind, tender, gentle – but I was, well I was expecting...." "you was expectin' what girl?" "I was expecting him to take charge more, be – wilder, more spirited, maybe even a bit rougher" Mamie grinned. "well, there's your problem child – you want him to be a wild one, but you done broke him jus' like you broke that stallion you rides." She considered this for a moment – "Yes, Mamie, but Buck is still wild, spirited – a little unpredictable – I didn't make Buck into a gelding, but Val....." "Well child, horses got more sense den men does – you's his boss lady – you done broke him, you's in charge now." "Oh, I see, his wild side is what got my attention – you mean it's gone now?" "Girl, you can get that wild side back – but you gotta do it right." "How can I do it Mamie? What can I say to him." "Honey" she laughed out loud, "you doesn't has to say nothin! – You let your body say what you want to Mr. Val." "What do you mean Mamie?" "Look here girl," she said, turning Linda to the mirror, then turning her partly away, "tell Mamie what you sees in dat mirror." Linda saw what Mamie meant – she saw herself through different eyes. The tight riding pants hugged her shapely hips and firm thighs. She giggled – never realizing how sexy she looked in those pants! No wonder Val had fallen for her. "But why are you hiding what's up front girl?" Linda looked puzzled. "You got your bosoms all bound up in that contraption!" The bra she always wore riding – did take most of the bounce out of her breasts. "You's gonna be makin love, or ridin' horses honey?" "Well, I was going to ride, but I could see Val now I guess." "That's my girl, let's get dat bra offn' you now" She started to unbutton Linda's crisp blouse, but she pulled away – embarrassed. "Girl, how many times I done seed you in your bathtub?" She allowed Mamie to continue. "When I heard you a-moanin in the tub, I thought you was sick, bet then I comes into the room, and you's eyes all closed, with your legs over the sides, your hands on yourself, honey – I knew you was jus' takin' care of yourself." Linda blushed anew "You... Knew... I was..., I was..." "Course I knowed it honey, don't be shamed 'o yourself – I always knew you was the type of woman needed that kind of attention – lots of it." Mamie had Linda's blouse off now and held it while she took off her tight bra. Holding the blouse for her she says "Now dat's what men want to see – all that the good Lord done gave you." "You wearin' any perfume honey?" "No, do you think I should?" Mamie sighed "Girl, how on earth did you catch your first husband?" She walked to Linda's dressing table and retrieved her atomizer. Linda applied a little at each side of her neck and put the bottle down. Mamie rollered her eyes, "Girl, you lookin' for a man or a bloodhound? How's he gonna smell dat little bit?" She grabed the atomizer and spritzed a healthy dose between Linda's breasts, then pulled the front of her jodhpurs out and spritzed her lower belly. Shocked, Linda asked, "Why there?" "Honey, you never know." she grinned wickedly. Linda buttoned her blouse and looked in the mirror – she approved of what she saw. "OK Mamie, can you have one of the hands get Val?" Mamie plopped onto the bed "Lord Help Us!" she said, shaking her head. "What?" Linda asked. "Girl, you wanna make love to a tiger or a hothouse plant?" Linda looked puzzled, Mamie fairly shouted, "Look at dis room girl!" She looked around – the canopy bed, antiques, flowered wallpaper, lace curtains – all was as it should be – she still looked puzzled. "Honey, dis is a woman's room – a man can't take charge in here – you gots to go to him." "I should go to him?" Linda asks. "Honey – you want to make love to a wild animal – you goes to this den." "Right" she says – finally seeing Mamie's point. "I guess I'm ready to go then" "almos ready honey" she says – tugging two more buttons open on Linda's blouse – exposing q lot of clevage, "you gots to give the man a peek honey!" Linda grinned "Thanks Mamie" hugging her maid. "Jus two more things girl – I done left some clean clothes for you in Mr. Val's room, and - you gots to tell me all about it all later! Oh! 'an don' forget this" she finished – holding out her riding crop. Linda tucked it under her arm and bounced out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time. Her nipples stiffened from the friction against her blouse. She felt 10 years younger – excited, nervous, a little scared – but ready to meet the wild animal in his den. She saw Val holding Buck's reigns. "Put Buck back in his stall Val, we need to talk" she said heading to the tack room. Puzzled, Val took Buck to his stall and slipped his bridle off. He tugged on the saddle strap and freed Buck from the heavy leather rig. He hoisted it onto his shoulder, heading to the tack room as Buck seemed happy enough to head back to his stall. He slung the saddle onto the rack and turned to face Linda. "Yes Ma'am?" he asked looking his boss in the eye. Linda paused a moment, giving Val a chance to look her over. This might be harder than Mamie let on, she thought. "Val, it's about you and me." "You and me Ma'am?" he asked "Haven't I been doing a good job?" "Val – you're doing a fine job, it's just that since I, since I ..." she stumbled over the words. She held up the riding crop, "since I used this on you..." Val snapped – "since you did that, everybody on the ranch has been snickering about me! They laugh at me behind my back. Why if they knew what I was doing in your room every night, I'D be the one laughing, that's for sure." He snatched the crop from her hand. "I'm sorry Val" she said lowering her eyes "I didn't mean to..." "Sorry? Sorry! – it's easy to say you're sorry – but that don't stop the snickering" He angrily swung the crop through the air, it swished like it had that day three weeks ago. "I'll show you sorry Linda!" He grabbed her by the front of her blouse. She jerked back, tearing the blouse open – exposing her breasts. He grabbed her by the arm and hustled her to the saddle rack where she had administered his cropping. He pushed her roughly over the saddle, she pushed herself back up – falling back onto the floor. "You can't make me bend over for that, I wont!" He hoisted her up by her collar, nearly tearing her blouse completely off, and dragged her back over the saddle. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it down near the floor – quickly, he tied a piece of soft deerskin around it. She struggled to escape, but was tied fast. He pulled her blouse up over her head and off her free arm, leaving it at a heap around her tied wrist. He grabbed her free wrist – tying it as he had the first one. "Val! Let me up!" Linda fairly screamed as her breasts swung free and bare. "No Ma'am. Not until I make you sorry for what you did." He scooped up her fallen crop from the floor and walked behind her. The saddle rack was high enough that she had to stand on her tiptoes to keep her feet on the ground. She was naked from the waist up, and was wearing only her riding pants and boots. She heard the crop whistle through the air and felt it's sting on her bottom. "OH!" she cried out – the breath leaving her in a rush. "NO!" she yelled. Again the crop slammed against her ass. "OWWW!" she shrieked again. A third impact followed shortly taking her breath away. She felt her boots being pulled off, then Val's rough hands at the waistband of her pants. "NO! Stop! You can't!" He ignored her, stripping the tight pants off her bottom and down her legs. "Stop, What are you doing? Not on my bare ass!" She felt her foot being lifted and moved to one side, he tied it in place. She felt her other ankle roughly grabbed, lifted, and spreading her legs apart. He tied her ankle securely. Val put his hand on her back, pushing himself up. He saw the three angry red stripes across her bottom. "Linda – maybe you were right to do what you did, but I have to give you a proper spanking to even the score." She was still catching her breath as she felt him push down on the small of her back, causing her to arch, and pushing her bottom out even further. She felt him fastening a strap across her back, holding her in this vulnerable position. He walked back in front of her and knelt down, whispering in her ear, "Linda – I've got to spank you good." She looked up and saw him pulling on his leather riding glove. "No, Val – please..." No use, he walked again behind her. She felt the cool leather caress her bottom, as it crossed the stripes, she winced. She felt his hand move off her bottom – she knew he was drawing it back. "Smack!" his gloved hand smacked her bottom. She cried out, but more out of reflex than pain – he was holding back. "Smack!" his hand found her bottom again. She bit her tongue and remained silent. Again and again his gloved hand smacked her bottom – hard, but not so hard as to cause extreme pain. She answered most of the blows with an expected "ow" or "Oh", but he wasn't really hurting her. Riding had toughened her bottom enough that the spanking only stung – but not badly. He stepped back to examine his handiwork. Linda's shapely bottom was bright red, the three red stripes still prominent. He gazed a bit longer and was taken by the lovely sight. Her firm thighs spread wide, exposing her womanhood, he quickly lost interest in punishing his lover. He dropped to his knees and kissed the red marks he had caused, soothing her warm bottom with his caress. "Mmmmm" she purred in response to his touch and kiss. Her juices had begun flowing when he had first grabbed her, now they began seeping out in earnest. He pulled the glove off his hand and placed his hot palms on her globes. The stripes stung initially as his rough palms came in contact with them, bu then the sensation started to turn her on even more. He moved to her head again and stood in front of her. She looked up to see him unbuttoning his jeans, and sliding them down his lean thighs, onto the floor. She saw his rigid cock sticking out and she could hardly wait for him to enter her from behind. He moved closer to her and said "Linda, take me in your mouth." She was shocked – only common whores did such things. She shook her head vigorously – not wanting to even open her mouth. "Linda" he whispered this time, "take me in your mouth. She was torn – it seemed so dirty, vile – yet, so sexy. She loved the feel of Val's cock in her hand – it's velvety smoothness, yet hard as iron. Her heart pounded as she imagined what it would feel like in her mouth. She tentatively opened her mouth a bit, not quite knowing what to expect. He moved his cock to her mouth, gently rubbing the head against her lips. She licked at the tip, tasting a drop of the clear fluid leaking from the tip – not unpleasant at all. She stretched forward to take more of it in her mouth. Val obliged by pushing an inch or two into her wet mouth. "Mmmm" she responded as he gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Further and further each time he slid it in and out, soon 3 or 4 inches was disappearing into her mouth. Linda greedily sucked at it as it retreated, taking it as far as she could into her mouth. Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and resumed his position behind her, positioning his premoistened cock at her protruding pussy lips, which were practically dripping with her arousal. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and bent his knees a bit. Without warning, he drove his hard rod deep into Linda's wet pussy. "OOOoohh!" he moaned. "Mmmmm!" was all she got out as she was penetrated – deeper than he had up in her bedroom. He grabbed her hips tightly and began furiously pumping his hard cock in and out of her sopping pussy. The sound of his grunting and the squishing sounds of their union punctuated her soft moans. She moaned more intensely as her excitement quickly built. "Oh, Mmmm, Oh, Yes, Val, MMmmm, Oh, Yes, YES, YES!, YES!!!" she cried out as she came. He drove deep into her, filling her completely as she came. He felt her muscles squeezing his cock as she climaxed. Looking down at his cock buried in her sweet pussy, the tight pink rosebud of her anus tempted him, he grinned – he'd teach her that trick later. He slowly pulled still hard cock out of her pussy, and walked back to his position at her head. "Linda, take me in your mouth again". Panting, she accepted his cock back into her mouth without a second's hesitation. She got her first taste of her own slick juice. She was surprised that it tasted so good – she sucked hungrily at it, taking it deep into her mouth. She felt his hands on her back, neck, down her sides to grasp her breasts, cupping them gently in his rough hands. His hips rocking in steady rhythm, pumping his cock into her mouth. He gently pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers – she moaned her approval. His breath was starting to come in short, ragged pants. His cock pulsed in her mouth, sending his semen to the back of her throat. She choked for a second, then swallowed as the next stream shot out of his cock into her mouth, again and again, 5, 6, 7, 8 spurts of hot milk issued from his cock into Linda's willing mouth. Spent, Val collapsed at her side. He kissed her neck, cheek, finding her hot sticky mouth. They hungrily shared each other's kiss. Chapter 3 – "Spank me hard Val" They panted as they kissed hungrily, Linda tried to devour him from her tied position. He reached down to untie her wrists – she stopped him. "Wait Val – I, I want you to spank me some more. I want you to spank me harder." He gazed tenderly into her eyes, all anger gone. "I can't spank you Linda, I love you too much to hurt you." "Please Val, do it. Do it for me. If you really love me, you'll do it for me – I need you to." He looked deep into her eyes, a bit confused by her request to be spanked harder. "How hard do you want me to spank you Linda?" He saw tear forming at the corner of her eye. "As hard as I used the crop on you Val. I'm so sorry... I need you to make my bottom hurt like I hurt you. Please Val, use the crop on my bare bottom." Now it was Val's turn to cry. A tear ran down his cheek at the thought of what the crop would do to his beloved's bare backside – the sight of the red stripes it made through her pants was shocking enough. He thought quickly... "Linda, I'll spank you hard with my hand – I think that will hurt enough, please don't make me use the riding crop on you bare." She kissed him hard. "OK Val, but you can't hold back like before – I need you to make me cry out, need for my bottom to hurt like I hurt you." He hugged her head to his chest "You don't have to do that baby." She gave him a final kiss "Yes, I do." He rose and took a position at her left hip. He tugged off his riding glove and looked at his bare hand. His palm was tough and callused from years of working on the ranch. He rubbed it softly over her bottom, which was only slight pink now. He caressed her bottom and thighs, loving her smooth skin against his hand. He heard her breathing change in response to his touch. He ran his fingers through her slippery slit and she moaned in pleasure. He lingered there a minute or two, enjoying the feel of her pussy. "Val – Please...." She reminded him of his duty to her. He wrapped his left hand around the strap across the small of her back, much like a bull rider grasps the rigging before attempting to stay on for eight seconds.... the very thought gave him an idea. He immediately drew his right hand back and applied it to his lover's bottom smartly. "OW!" came Linda's cry. Again he applied it, to the other cheek this time – hard! She shrieked at the impact. Again and again he applied the requested spanking to his lover's beautiful bottom – each smack resounding through the tack room, each spank drawing a cry from Linda's lips. Again and again he struck her bottom, each blow making it a little pinker, then redder, 'til her bottom fairly glowed crimson under his rapid, merciless attack. He could see her head jerking back with each swat, her hair flying, each cheek receiving an alternate blow. The furious assault on her bottom was over as quickly as it had begun. He had delivered the spanking hard – and fast. He wanted the spanking over quickly, for her – and for him. He hustled back to Linda's head and knelt by her, kissing her deeply. Tears streamed down her face as she said, "I love you so much." He cried as he hugged her – "I love you too baby." He untied her wrists and they hugged tightly, feasting on each other's kisses. "Don't move Linda," he said as he rushed to the bag of her things Mamie had given him. He pulled a towel from the bag and dipped it into the water barrel in the corner. He lay the cold, wet towel gently over Linda's red cheeks and she jumped as the cold hit her skin, than an audible "ahhhh" escaped her lips as the chill of the cold water cooled the fire from her blazing bottom. "You sure know how to show a lady a good time" she grinned as he untied her ankles and returned to hug her. "I had a much better time than that in mind for you." He said, helping her to stand, the towel falling to the ground. "Oh really?" she smiled back at him as he pulled her roughly into his arms, "Like what?" she teased. He turned her around and eyed her tender bottom, "Think you can handle something very special?" he asked, a definite twinkle in his eye. She took his hard cock in her hand and whispered in his ear, "Is this the special thing you had in mind for me to handle"? "Maybe a little later, but I was thinking of something new." He had a sly grin on his face. "Mmm, something new.." She purred, "What could it be?" He rushed over to a hay bale lying in the middle of the room. He quickly spread a blanket over it and ushered Linda to the makeshift bed. He sat her gingerly on the end of it – she winced as her freshly tenderized bottom contacted the wool blanket. Linda & the Stableman He helped her to lie back on the blanket and he knelt to kiss her deeply, caressing her breasts as their mouths locked. Breaking the kiss, he moved to where her legs lie over the end of the bale, and took an ankle in each hand. Together he raised her legs high, exposing the glowing pink flesh of her bottom and thighs. He gently kissed the reddened areas, from one thigh, down to her bottom, across to the other cheek and back up nearly to her knee. She giggled as his soft lips and moustache tickled her smooth skin, then sighed as his lips neared her moist pussy. With her legs still raised high, he parted them, an ankle in each hand. He looked at her between her now widespread legs. Her tousled hair and flushed cheeks made him smile. The sight of her round breasts and stiff nipples aroused him. He looked at her as he slowly started kissing the inside of her knee, slowly kissing down the inside of her thigh. He kisses reached within an inch of her dark curly mound before he stopped, and resumed at the other knee. He continued to watch her eyes as her again neared her damp curls. She was torn between holding his gaze, and closing her eyes, letting his soft kisses make her totally forget the stinging her bottom had received only minutes ago. He spread her legs still further, causing her labia to part slightly. He held his nose just an inch above her steaming pussy and savored the aroma of her arousal. She had a bit of a puzzled look on her face as he slowly lowered his mouth to her pussy. She shuddered as his tongue took its first slow, tentative lick up her wet slit. She inhaled sharply as it glided over her sensitive clit. Their eyes locked as he began a slow, steady licking of her dripping pussy. Each lick sending shivers of delight up her spine. "Ohhhhh..." she moaned as his tongue scooped deep into her slit, caressing the entrance to her vagina and his upper lip rested on her clit. He continued his firm, yet gentle licking of her pussy, taking his lead from the sounds she would make. Whenever she was quiet, he searched, when she sighed or moaned, he lingered on the spot that evoked the response. Her lubrication started flowing more freely as he continued his attention to her hot, pink pussy. Her fingers gripped and dug into the sides of the hay bale. She pulled herself downward on the bale, pressing her labia against his face as he licked. She watched his head rise and fall between her legs as he pleasured her slowly, deeply, thoroughly. He released one of her ankles, but she held the leg aloft, and spread, not wanting his rhythm to be disturbed. His hand wandered up her belly, and momentarily caressed her breasts before taking her hand. He moved her hand to his head, then the other hand. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as his head bobbed between her thighs. When he touched an especially sensitive spot, she would curl her fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly, pulling his head harder against her. His hand returned to her ankle, holding her wide open to allow him even better access to her sweet treasure box. She felt that familiar, and all too welcome feeling growing in her pelvis – that warm tingle that signals the beginning of her orgasm. "MMMmmmmm.." she moaned in pleasure as the feeling quickly escalated. She flexed her hips upward to him as his tongue worked its magic on her pussy. He moaned too, in response to her moans, and in genuine pleasure as she seeped her sweet juices into his mouth. Her hips were starting to buck against his face as her orgasm neared, her hands now on the back of his head, pressing his mouth tightly against her pussy. "Ooooohhh, Ahhhhhhhh, Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned out in ecstasy as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. He pushed her legs farther towards her head, spreading her even wider, opening her pussy, allowing him deeper access. He began darting his tongue furiously up and down her slit, in and out of her vagina, quickly over her hard bud of a clit. Panting, moaning, whimpering now, she exploded in ecstasy, pressing his face hard against her grinding pelvis, her juices spurting against his face, into his mouth, down his chin. She shuddered in orgasmic pleasure, all sounds caught in her throat now. Her juices continued to erupt from her contracting vagina, waves of pleasure sweeping through her body, every muscle tight and quivering. He gently licked her as she began to return to reality, her body limp, relaxing, sighing in pleasure, panting with exhaustion. He lowered her legs back to the floor and leaned forward to lie on top of her, hugging her close. Panting in his ear, she grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed his firm cheeks. "You naughty boy! What did you do to me?" she gasped. "You liked that lover? I just heard some guys in the saloon talking about doin' that and I thought you might like it." She giggled in his ear. "Like it? I loved it! Did you like it?" She asked. "Yes, I did." He confessed – not sure until now if he would. "Good!" she laughed, because I loved it, and I want more!"