It was one morning in autumn last year. I woke at first light and went into the bathroom. Whilst there, I glanced through the window. It was cool with heavy clouds and constant, though light, rain. As I slipped back into the warm bed, I had that pleasant erotic feeling that most men get in the early morning, especially when in a warm bed with an attractive wife by their side. As I lay there enjoying the feeling, it occurred to me that it was a perfect day for a carriage ride.

As seven-o-clock came, I pressed the bell for Meadows to bring morning tea. I gave the 'Special' ring. A few minutes later there was a quiet knock at the door and Meadows entered. He carried a tray with a teapot and milk jug. There was only one cup, but there was also a leash and a pair of handcuffs. He placed the tray on the bedside table, and went round to Jane's side of the bed carrying the leash. As he did so she awoke and, seeing him, groaned and turned to me. "Oh no, not today please, please no."

I smiled. "Yes. Today. Take her away Meadows." She groaned again and, sitting up on the side of the bed, lifted off her nightdress and placed her hands behind her back. I took the handcuffs and placed them on her wrists as Meadows leaned forward and clipped the leash onto her clit ring and led her, naked, from the room.

I pulled the bed-clothes back round me and lay there dozing and thinking of how Meadows would be leading Jane along the landing, down the back stairs and, naked, through the servants hall, to be stared at by the maids and footmen. Then he would lead her across the cobbled courtyard to the stables, where Jackson the head groom would take charge of her and, after placing an iron collar round her neck, chain her in one of the stalls.

It was a wonderful thought and I savoured it as I sipped my tea, until finally I had to put it from me for the time being. I rose, showered and dressed in my riding gear before going down to breakfast - devilled kidneys, bacon eggs - the usual. I wondered if Jane was enjoying her dish of dry oats and bowl of water. As I drank my coffee and read the morning paper I asked Meadows to tell Jackson to harness her in the dogcart and bring her round to the front.

When Meadows came to tell me the carriage was ready, I kept her waiting for five or ten minutes. She hates that, as the front steps are visible from the road and while the humiliation of having the servants see her like that is undoubtedly a turn on, the thought of complete strangers seeing her is not. Actually it is at least two hundred yards to the hedge and with the speed that the traffic goes along that road; there is not much chance of anyone noticing her.

Meadows had my boots and long waterproof coat waiting for me. The coat was necessary too since it was cooler than I had thought and I was glad of my bush hat, for the rain was now quite heavy. Jackson had put a cape over Jane's shoulders and removed it as I came down the steps. Her soaking wet hair was plastered close to her head, Jackson having sensibly decided that in that weather a ponytail was not necessary. I stepped in to the driving seat and took the whip in my hand. I gazed for a moment at the beautiful back and buttocks in front of me. She was wearing nothing but the collar, belts and harness necessary to make her at one with the cart. Her hands had been drawn up behind her and the handcuffs attached with a short chain to her collar. This gave me good access with the whip to those buttocks. They look so much better with a few stripes on them! I delayed no longer for her flesh was covered in goose bumps and she was shivering. I gave her a sharp tap with the whip and made her walk on.

I took her along steadily at first to let her warm up and then cracked the whip to get her up to a trot. We went along the woodland walk and then down to the lake where I gave her her head and really used the whip to see how fast she could go. We went twice round the lake with only a short break by the bridge. Jane had been going to the gym regularly for some time and it showed. The dogcart is extremely light, more of a phaeton really and she got us up to a very respectable speed. Finally I gave her chance to catch her breath and then drove her up the slope back to the stables. I was very glad of the easy access to her behind on that stretch, as she seemed to make heavy weather of it. However, I've developed a very good upward stroke with the whip, which sends its tail up between her legs. That always does the trick.

Back at the stables, we stopped under the porch. As I unlocked the handcuffs, Jackson came out and unharnessed her. He handed me a horse-blanket, which I placed round her before picking her up in my arms and carrying her back up to our room. There I undressed and went with her into the shower to ensure that she was thoroughly warmed up. She was indeed warmed up in more that one way. It was only with difficulty that we restrained ourselves long enough to get back into the bedroom.

Afterwards? Well, let us say that we only came downstairs again in time for a very late lunch. I had a lot of estate paper-work to do that day. It really is too bad of Jane to delay me so. I think I had better punish her for that.