going to sack you. Like you said, you can learn. Do you want to learn?’
‘Y-yes, Sir.’ I pretended to have no idea what was coming but of course I did.
‘Good. So you can go and bend over those hay bales there.’
‘Bend over them?’
‘That’s right. I want you bent over with your bottom pushed right out in those nice tight jodhpurs.’
‘What are you … going to do?’
‘What does it sound like?’ He tapped the crop, with a light thwack, against his thigh.
I quailed.
‘Are you going to use … that?’
‘Too many questions. There’s only one way to find out. Go and bend over.’
What would be going through a girl’s head in this situation? Fear, bemusement, disbelief. I tried to replicate it all as I headed for the bales, highly conscious of how the jodhpurs clung to my backside.
He’d stacked these bales to exactly the right height and put a horse blanket over the top so as not to prickle my skin, if the time came for it to be bared.
I tipped myself forward, feeling the material stretch tight across my spreading cheeks. It wasn’t going to offer much protection, especially with no knickers underneath. He’d be able to see the outline of my pussy.
‘What do you have to say to me?’ he asked, looming behind me.
‘I’m very sorry, Sir,’ I said. ‘Please … do you have to?’
‘It’s for your own good, young lady,’ he said, words which always unleashed the flood down below. ‘If I let you off, I won’t be doing you any favours. You need to understand the importance of honesty.’
There was nothing to be said. Instead of framing useless words, I let my mouth concentrate on pinching my lips together while the rest of my body went into preparation mode.
I had learned, over these weeks, not to tense up too much. It had been a hard road, but Jasper didn’t tolerate the clenching of buttocks during a spanking, and I had finally found the knack of keeping myself loose and breathing through it all.
It would be all right, I told myself. It would hurt, but it wouldn’t last long, and then I would have the glorious after-effects to enjoy. But the glorious after-effects only came with a fairly severe thrashing, so I had to pace myself and take as much as I could.
I was expecting the whip, but he started with his hand. The sound his palm made on my taut clothed bottom was like a series of pistol shots. The horse whinnied, perhaps wondering what the hell was going on. Or maybe he’d seen it all before.
Jasper kept the pressure up, spanking hard and resolutely, covering every inch of my bottom and then down to mid-thigh. I was already hot and my clothes were tight and it didn’t take long for me to feel uncomfortably roasted. I fretted that my jodhpurs would have to be peeled down, stuck to my bum by the adhesive heat of the spanking and my own juices. Besides that, my cunt was prickling, my clit swollen, pushing against the fabric. I pictured it, a fat round shape visible through the stretch-cotton.
Perhaps if I wiggled my hips just a bit, I could get a bit of friction going …
But I didn’t dare. Jasper would know, and he’d punish me.
He stayed his hand at last and I was able to try and steady myself.
‘My hand’s sore,’ he remarked. ‘Which isn’t really the idea. I think it’s time for something a little stronger.’
This would be the crop, for sure.
Unsurprisingly, it was an antique number, one of several in his possession. This particular one was closer to a whip than the others, having a silver cap with a wrist strap attached, a grip of braided leather, a shaft of slender, flexible cane and a heavy leather loop at the end.
Jasper had educated me on the uses of horsewhips. Apparently, the loop was to keep hounds from jumping up at the horses during a hunt. It also made the most diabolical cracking sound when he swished it through the air. And it was very painful to be struck with, although not quite as painful as the shaft of the whip, which I had also experienced.
I felt the loop drift down the cleft of my bottom, which the jodhpurs made rudely apparent, and rub lazily against my hot pussy. I gasped and rotated my hips. Gently as he did it, it would not take much of that to send me over the edge.
He tutted and retracted it.