Woodland Tales
by Master Guruji
- do not use without the author's permission.
Chapter 2
'Blondie. We're swapping. Your allowed to refuse blindfold and gag. Do you want to?'
She shook her head violently.
'I'll have to change your reins over though. Be good for your new driver, won't you? He's - .'
She stamped her foot to the ground. Horsey for shut the fuck up. Must be tough nut.
I unclipped her breasts reins and dressed Penny in them, then moved her mouth bit over to Blondie. She tossd her head, showing off her flashing hair and new tackle. Tough nut alright.
Penny. I gathered her reins and drew her backwards several paces, getting the feel of her. She was very different.
'Stand.' None of the pride in her stance that Blondie showed. Mmmm. I took up the tension and felt her lean obediently against my pull.
'Walk on' and we set off, steering her gently, getting the feel of her at a steady walk. Her gait was a little odd, un-even. Not a lot but - . 'Whoa. Stand.'
As usual I ran by hand from waist down the front of her thigh to her shin, leaning against her so she could lean against me and lift her foot. Clumsy shoes, heels too small, the shoe too lightly built. No ankle strap. Silly girl. I slipped it off, checked it for stones, checked her foot for any injury. Nothing there.
The other side. Just a tiny pebble. OK, it might have been uncomfortable but no excuse for refusing her master like that. Her foot too, no problems there. No scratches around her ankles or legs, not a bramble then. What was up with her? I gathered up the reins again and we set off once more.
Her gait was still uneven, no worse, no better. She seemed OK at the walk and it wasn't far.
The pile looked untouched apart from the bundle already prepared. I walked her in a circle so she wouldn't realise she was in placce to be hitched to the haul rope. I had it clipped on before she realised and she started, began to pull in a panic then backed suddenly, bending over her waist cinch. What?
I calmed her, took the bit from her mouth. 'Well?'
'There's something in there, wriggling. In my costume.' she shrilled.
'OK. Hold still. I'll have to strip you off. You misbehave and -.
'I'll be sorry. I know. I am already. I think it's a mouse. Please get it out.'
It turned out to be a woodlice. I suppose trapped against her belly flesh it felt bigger, but a mouse.
'You got your backside striped for a woodlouse?'
She nodded, mouth firmly shut.
'I'm sorry. He was really cross with me but I couldn't.'
'It's a wood louse. Not a bloody elephant.'
'I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You can take me back to him. I'll work for him now. I was just so frightened.'
'But the - . Your backside.'
'Don't hurt. Well, not much. Had much worse, I'm into that you know. Spanking. You;ll see some old scars amonst the red ones. No skin broken is there? Well? Well, look properly' and she bent down.
I looked. There were thin white lines of old scars amongst the broader red marks. She was heavily into it.
Must be the red hair. Her bush was flaming red. Another one who dies it just for the riders here.
'Well check me properly if your really interested.'
Bossy cow. She meant her pussy. Her legs spread, she thrust her hips forward. I dipped a finger. Soaked.
'Told you, I'm into it. I wanted a good trashing. Most of you blokes now me, I hadn't been with him before, guess he was a bit upset. Went all sloppy on me just when I was getting deep into it. If you take me back to him I'll tell him myself. You fucking blokes are hard work sometimes. Ahh. Shut up, shall I?'
I shoved the bit in anyway. Let her watch while I cut a hazel switch from a good bush that we'd been encouraging. Then I put her blindfold on and pulled her head down until she was bent over.
'Hold your ankles. Don't let go.'
I found it hard to hit her hard enough but I wanted to raise six new stripes, longer and cutting across the ones she'd already got. No mistaking these were new ones. She jiggles about but held on to her ankles OK?
Women. I don't understand them.
I made her do the load that had been left. When we got back to the compound Blondie was hitched to the rail. No marks on her. I found him in the kitchen again.
'OK?' I asked him.
'How is she?' he asked.
'Fine. She wants to finish her day with you. And she wants you to finish what you started. Aparently she's in to it. Being whipped. God knows why. I don't understand.'
He just sat there looking at me.
'I'll take Blondie then?' I asked. 'I laid six new stripes on Penny's whithers just to be sure of what she said. She was wetter after than before so I think she really is. Says most of the blokes know what she's into but she hadn't worked with you before.''
'Is that all? But I did loose it.'
'And you won't again, ever.'
'How are we supposed to know?'
'You won't. It's not in you. But you've raised a good point there. I think we blokes need some protection too, from girls who expect too much.'
'She's OK with it then?'
'and begging for more. And a nice afters too judging by her wetness. Just don't break the skin, it's too dodgy. Ok, mate? I must get on, you've got lots to doo too, work her hard, treat her mean. We'll come round that way wach time and make sure your both happy. Cheers.'
Once again I changed the reins over. Blondie leant her head back against me as I reached around to clip the reins onto the loop between her breast. It was a nice gesture. 'More sex?' I whispered in her ear. There was a grunt and her bum pressed back against me.
'Better earn it then, we've got extra work to do now.'
She shook her head, tossing her hair in my face. I let my crop fall down the front of her thigh to land with a gentle splat on the soft inside of her thigh, half way to her knee. He arse oushed back into me again and stayed there. Another one? Are all our girls bloody kinky? I swatted harder and she pressed against me again, lingering. I stepped back. 'Work' I told her wondering whether all this was just an excuse to get blokes to smack them with whips and things while they get to be helpless, dressed up in leather and chains.
I thought about this as I trotted Blondie down to finish off our task. She was being deliberately awkward, veering off one way and another so I had to keep tugging on the reins. A squashed breast fruit and nut case? Was there such a thing? From the gurgles around her bit I could have sworn she was laughing.
her pony tail was in place, she seemed to be breathing easyily, better than me anyway. Next time I flicked out at he rump. She skipped a couple of steps and behaved herself for maybe fifty yards then veered away again, this time straight at a tree with brambles around it's base. I hauled her to a stop, shouting, 'Stand, you stupid Mare. what's the matter with you? Stand.'
She was struggling to free her legs and I got prickled as I tried to unwrap a bramble from around her ankle. A shoot had already drawn pin pricks of blood from her calf. Now she stood, shaking a little.
'If you don't keep still I'm going to leave you tangled up shile I stick something large right up you. Get it?'
She lifted her foot again, pulling the bramble across the back of my hand.
'OK. O Bloody K. A fucking you are going to get. Now bloody well stand still.'
At last she behaved herself, hauled a much heavier load than usual without much help, and waited patiently while I stacked it.
'Now. That's done. What's next. Oh yes. Fuck Blondie. but not here.'
I clipped her haul rope on, lead it under her again like before. Over her shoulders and back under to clip behind her again. Then I tied her reins tightly around her, trapping the nipples and pulling them tightly so each breath made her breasts swell around the reins. The clips must be digging in but I left the bells in place. Then I caught the ring between her breasts and dragged her back down the path to where Penny should still be working. There were grunts and tinkling bells and clip clop feet as she struggled to keep up with me. Penny looked around as she heard us approach, tilting her head to hear what she couldn't see.
My mate looked up, saw us then returned to his work. I kept Blondie moving past them and only let her stop in the middle of the stream. Her feet were dancing in the cold water. 'Stand.'
She stood quietly, obviously not happy, but obedient for the moment.
'One move and you get a full body bath.'
Then I went for Penny, lead her down to join Blondie. I could see Blondies head tipping, she knew there was another pony nearby.
Penny too, hated the cold water. 'Sit.' and I tugged downwards on her harness.
'Not you, Blondie, but since you moved you are due a bath. But not yet.'
Penyy sat. Slowly but she sat. I let the cold water chill her backside among other things before I pulled her up again, pointed her towards her driver and sent her off with a 'Walk on' and crisp slap to her bum. As I thought, the stripes had diminshed considerably in the cold water. I watched my mate collect her and lead her off into some thicker woodland to turn her central heating on. He carried a hazel switch himself. That'll suit her nicely.
'Your turn Blondie. Quick as you like but you must get wet all over, every inch of you. Come on, get on with it. I'll soon warm you up again.'
She looked gorgeous with the water tumbling off her near naked body, and as she stood her thighs shed water in a shaft of sunlight that threw jewels around her. She seemed to sense the effect she was having on me a shook her hair, sprinkling diamonds around her. I splashed acroos to her, grabbed the loop again and dragged her to dry land, across to the woodpile. In a moment I had her hooked on again and the reins in my hands.
'Mush. Mush.' I called, joggling frantically. She slumped a little, took up the tension, leaned against the load, stepped out a steady walk. I knew what she was thinking. 'Promised to warm me up, fucking useless man.'
Then I started to use my long switch to tease her bum cheeks, left and right. Left and right. She tried to speed up but I held her back. I swished the switch across her again, she was begining to get the idea. Her pace remained steady, just her carraige showed the new pride flooding through her. And respect for her master. Who was warming her so teasingly. She began to turn at the fork, up the hill toward the compound, but I pulled her to the left. Down into the woods again. The switch began to tease her cheeks more firmly. She began to skip with each bite of the crop. I laid in harder, she skipped higher. Then, as I'd expected, she came to a stop, bent, held her ankles. I gave her four more to bring her close to the boil. She shivered when I threw her tail forward over her back. I knew now that I had to play with that as she came. That would bring her a special pleasure to be tortured in her dark as she was pleasured in the sweet. And we think we're in control. Just because we're allowed to hold the reins. So I did what I was told. Not very well. Twice in a couple of hours. I wasn't at my best. But jiggling her tail at the crucial moment seemed to fdo the trick and I managed to slip out without her realising I hadn't come. And I didn't need to tell her. Her own juices dribbled down as she took the strain once more, breathing more heavily than me for a change. I didn't spare the whip on her lightly marked thighs but she didn't seem to appreciate it so much now. Funny things, women. We never do know what they really want.