Two cracks of the whip – one for your underwear and one for your attitude!

As he walked back across the field, Edward glanced over to the dressage ring.  He could see Rose riding the new horse and he was pleased with how relaxed the pair looked.  He watched as her voluptuous thighs squeezed around the animal and she urged him into a trot.  Her tight polo shirt clung to her full breasts as they bounced in time with the horse’s motion and Edward could tell she was not wearing a bra beneath it.  He cursed her under his breath, knowing he had told her many times about being properly attired around the stables. 

He cursed her again as he saw her calling out to the watching stable boys.  The wind whipped her words away from him, but the boys’ reaction relayed the inappropriate nature of whatever she had said.  They seemed far more interested in staring at Rose than in getting on with their work.  He made a note in his head to talk to her about it at the end of the day.

Less than an hour later, Edward entered the stable block to be greeted by the sight of Rose’s white jodhpur clad legs and rounded bottom.  Her long, brunette curls hung loosely around her shoulders.  She was facing away from, leaning over the stable door, chatting to the stable lads.  He could hear her giggling provocatively and could imagine the wonderful view of cleavage they would be receiving.

“Miss Rose, it appears that you may have forgotten that your role here is to actually do some work?” Edward interrupted her cuttingly.

“Oh Teddy,” Rose retorted, not bothering to turn and face Edward, and deliberately using her pet-name for him, which she knew was only allowed in private.  “I have been working very hard.  I just paused to ask this lad’s advice.”

Edward snorted.  He hated it when Rose behaved so brattishly, especially in front of others.

“Yes,” Rose continued provocatively.  “His advice on whether he thinks my thighs were spread adequately when I am in my riding position.”

The stable boys spluttered with laughter.  Edward inhaled slowly, wanting to control his rising temper.

“And I know you always like it when I spread my thi….,” Rose began.  But it was a step too far for Edward.

With one swift pace, he moved towards Rose and lifted her up off her feet.  She squealed playfully as he carried her to the nearest hay bale where Edward took a seat with Rose prone across his lap.

“I have had enough of your cheek,” Edward hissed.

He knew the stable boys were still watching, albeit more surreptitiously now, but he did not care.  He reached up and grabbed the waist band of Rose’s jodhpurs.  His fingers tightened around the material, and he tugged hard, pulling them down to around her knees.

Rose let out a little gasp of surprise.  Edward took in the sight of her peachy bottom, now fully exposed except for a tiny white thong.

He sighed in exasperation.  “I have told you before that this skimpy underwear is not suitable for the stable yard.  I would expect you to wear proper white knickers beneath your jodhpurs.”

He landed a firm slap across her right buttock to accentuate his comment.

“And…,” he continued.  His hand now reaching underneath her, his fingers quickly finding her hardening nipple through the thin cotton of her polo shirt and pinching hard.  “…I have also made it clear that you should wear a bra for riding in.”

He pinched again at her nipple, and she let out an exaggerated squeal.

He ignored her sound effects and returned his focus to her behind.  He placed his right hand on her right buttock and paused, before pulling it away and spanking her soft flesh again.  He let the slaps rain down and watched as her skin started to glow.  He could hear her breathing quicken and some soft whimpers escape her lips, as the pain started to build.

Pausing, he looked down with pleasure at her reddened cheek.

“Miss Rose, do you think this exercise will help remind you to improve your behaviour in future?” Edward asked, his voice firm but kind. 

“But I already try my best to always be a good girl,” she answered back, coquettishly.

Edward let out a low growl and turned his attention to her left butt cheek.  His spanks landed harder and faster, catching her on her bottom but also on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

She managed to swallow her cries, not wanting to give Edward that satisfaction, but the tell-tale kick of her lower leg, told him that she was feeling the effects of his efforts. 

He paused again, hoping this punishment would draw an end to her brattish ways.

“And now Miss Rose?” he asked again, an ominous note in his voice.

Rose’s mind teetered, knowing she should be more respectful to her Master.  She heard a shuffle of feet in the background as the stable lad’s waited for her answer and she could not resist playing up to the audience.

“Oh, but Teddy, I was really rather enjoying the gentle pitter patter of your hands on my skin.”

“It is Master Edward or Sir to you,” he growled, standing up sharply and letting her fall clumsily onto the hay on the floor.

“Stand up,” he barked.  Despite Rose’s flamboyance for the crowd, she did not dare disobey a direct order from her Master.  She reached down to pull up her jodhpurs.  “Leave them where they are and come here.”

Rose obeyed but felt a burn of humiliation as she shuffled inelegantly across the barn with her tight trousers around her knees.  Edward picked up a length of rope and swung it up and over the beam above them.  He used one end to secure her wrists behind her back and attached the other to a hook in the barn floor.

Then Edward picked up the long dressage whip and cracked it against the ground.  Rose shuddered at the harshness of the sound next to her and the realisation of what was coming.

“Show’s over now, back to work,” Edward shouted at the stable boys, and he slammed the top of the stable door, enclosing just himself and Rose in the barn.

“You clearly enjoyed your little brat display this afternoon,” Edward spat.

“Yes Sir.  Sorry Sir,” Rose replied, her tone softer.  The threat of the whip looming over her.

“Better,” he replied gruffly.  “I think we shall begin with two cracks of the whip – one for your underwear and one for your attitude.  Understood?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered.  Edward could almost see the brattish attitude starting to leave her body.  He knew she needed this but could also see the nervous anticipation in her trembling legs and downcast gaze.

He walked slowly around her, appraising her, building the tension.  Then he stopped on her right-hand side and drew back his arm.  In one swift, controlled movement, he snapped his arm forward and the tail of the whip lashed across her buttocks.  Rose cried out as a fiery streak of pain burned across her behind.

“What do you say?” Edward reminded.

Rose swallowed hard as tears pricked at her eyes.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Edward paced around her once more.  Her body visibly tensing in anticipation.  He ran a hand gently down her side, caressing her curves, reassuring her as he would with one of the nervous horses.  “Relax for me.”

She looked up at Edward.  Starring into his beautiful blue eyes that she so adored.  His gaze helped to calm her.

She both loved and hated the pain of the whip, yet she craved the control and the discipline that Edward gave her.  It flamed her adoration for him.

“Good girl,” he said again as he drew back his arm once more.  She screamed as the whip ripped across the backs of her thighs.  Such was Edward’s skill that he ensured it delivered sufficient pain but without breaking the skin.

Edward waited patiently for Rose’s body to stop shaking and for her to look at him once more.   

“Thank you, Sir,” she repeated, unprompted this time.

Edward nodded.  “As I asked before, do you think this exercise will help remind you to improve your behaviour in future?”

“Yes, Master Edward,” Rose replied submissively.

“I am glad Miss Rose.  If it happens again, the number of lashes will double,” he stated clearly.

“I understand, Master.”

“Good,” he replied pensively.  Rose could see he was thinking and wondered what he was considering next.

“Seeing as we have you tied there already…,” Edward began with a smirk.

He reached down for the sharp blade that they used for opening the hay bales and stepped to in front of Rose.  She looked into his handsome face.  You could tell he was a few years older than her, but he wore it well.  And, more importantly, she trusted him implicitly.

Taking the neckline of her polo shirt in his strong hand, Edward started to run the sharp blade down the cotton fabric, until he had cut her top completely open down the front.  Rose gasped at the erotic gesture.  Her full breasts now perfectly naked and displayed for her Master. 

“You look so beautiful,” he breathed.  He leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.  She wanted to reach up and stroke his face, but her hands remained restrained behind her.  Eventually Edward’s mouth left hers and he dropped a pathway of small kisses down her neck, over her collarbone and down to her left breast.  He drew circles of kisses with his mouth, each circle getting smaller and smaller until he reached her nipple and flicked at it with his tongue.  He licked and he kissed, and he sucked.  He could hear the pleasure in Rose’s whimpers and feel her nipple growing harder and harder in his mouth.  And then he closed his teeth around it and tugged at the sensitive flesh.  Rose cried out, a heady mixture of pain and arousal.

He licked it once more and removed his mouth, letting the cool air continue to stimulate the wet skin, while he began his ministrations on her other breast.  The arch of her back and the wanton rocking of her hips told Edward how turned on she was becoming.

Edward picked up a smaller riding crop and landed a couple of playful swipes across Rose’s breasts.  Her eyes instantly snapped open, and she moaned at the sensation.

Edward took his time, teasing her body, alternating between softly sucking on her nipples with his warm mouth, and punishing them with swats from the crop.  It was an intoxicating combination. 

“How wet are you between your legs?” Edward asked.

Rose could feel a slight blush rise to her cheeks at the directness of the question.  “I am becoming very wet Sir.”

Edward nodded and reached down.  He took first one riding boot in his hands, and then the other, tugging them off Rose’s shapely legs.  Then he peeled off her socks and jodhpurs.  He paused for a moment to caress her beautiful feet.

He let his hands run over them, enjoying the feel of her toes, the arch of her instep, the softness of her skin.  He allowed his mind to wonder for a moment, picturing her feet encased in a beautiful pair of stockings and heels.  His hardness pressed more firmly against his jeans, and he felt the urge to inspect her wetness.

Now her legs were naked and freed from the constraints of the pushed down jodhpurs, Edward could position her feet a little wider apart.  He slid two fingers up and inside her flimsy knickers.  The thin fabric was wet with her juices.  He rubbed the fingers against her opening and smiled at her level of arousal.

“Good girl,” he breathed as he brought the two fingers to her mouth and let her lick them clean for him.

Satisfied with her efforts, he brought the fingers back to her pussy, gently sliding them between her lips, exploring gently until he found that tiny nub of pleasure.  Rose’s breathing quickened as Edward started to rub at her clit.  Edward watched her body closely, observing her growing arousal.  He continued to rub, knowing she was getting close to climaxing.  Taking her right to that edge, and then he stopped, pulling his fingers away.

Rose groaned.  “I was just about to….”

“I know,” smirked Edward.  Instead, he started with the crop again, landing sharp little swats up and down the insides of her legs.  Rose moaned in frustration.

Once the length of her legs was covered with little red marks, Edward brought his mouth to her clit.  He alternated between gently sucking on it and swirling around it with his tongue.  Rose thrust her hips towards his mouth and pulled against her restraints desperate to increase the pressure on her clit.

Slowly she felt the waves of her orgasm starting to build again, the tension washing through her.  And once again, at that exquisite moment, his mouth withdrew.  Only to be replaced with smacks from the crop.  Rose almost sobbed with disappointment.  Her body felt so incredibly needy for her release.  The smarting from the crop against per pussy now flaming that need, but not the right sensation to trigger her.

“Please,” Rose murmured.

“Please what?”, enquired Edward with mock innocence.

“Please let me cum, Sir.”

“And exactly how would you like me to make you cum?”

“I want your cock.”

Edward sighed audibly.

“I want to cum on your cock.  Please Sir.”

“Louder and more clearly please, Miss Rose.”

“I want to cum on your cock.  Please Sir,” Rose said loudly.

“Louder still.”

“I want to cum on your cock.  Please Sir,” Rose shouted, the need and frustration clear in her voice.  Edward smiled to himself, knowing every stable lad would have heard her cry.

Edward bent down and started to untie the end of the rope from the hook.  He took his time, enjoying the sight of her craving him so badly.  He swung the rope back down from the beam but left her wrists tied.

He tugged down her knickers and cast them aside.

“How wet are you between your legs now?” Edward enquired.

“I’m soaking,” Rose replied.  Too wanton now to feel any embarrassment in having to admit this.

Edward tugged at the rope and manoeuvred her into the position he wanted, pushing her onto her knees and resting her body over one of the bales of hay.  He knelt down behind her and ran his hand over her sex.

“You are soaking,” he laughed.  “My little slut, all needy to cum on my cock.”

“Yes Sir,” Rose nodded.  “Please Sir,” the need so clear in her voice.

Edward moved himself forward, the head of his cock just touching her opening.  She tried to push her hips back, desperate to feel him inside her.  Edward laid one firm hand on the small of her back, exerting his control, holding her still.  “I will set the pace.”

And very slowly he pushed forward, the head of his cock just pushing into her.  Despite how wet she was, she still felt tight around him, the head of his cock forcing her to open for him.

“Oh yes, Teddy” Rose moaned.

Edward pushed an inch further, stretching her with his cock.  Still not fully in, he let his hips rock back and forth, just thrusting the tip in and out of her.  He could feel her body twitching beneath his palm.  He knew she was desperate for more.

He took a deep breath and then he slammed into her.  Suddenly filling her with every inch of him.  Rose cried out; her voice almost animalistic.

Edward’s big hands gripped onto her arms, and he started to thrust in and out of her, hard and fast and deep. 

“Teddy, please can I….?” Rose started to cry out.

“Yes, cum for me, Little One,” Edward spoke over her.

Rose’s hips bucked and her back arched as she took every inch of Edward inside her.  He felt her tightening around his cock as her whole body tensed and she roared with pleasure.  Her body shuddering as wave after wave of orgasm rocked through her.

The intensity around his cock was too much for Edward and he could not control himself any longer.  He drove himself into her and exploded inside her, pumping every drop he could into her.

Edward held her against him as they were both lost in their moment of ecstasy and as they slowly recovered themselves and let their breathing return to normal.  He only pulled away to untie her wrists and gently massage at the marks they had made.  Then he drew her onto his lap and wrapped her in his arms.

He stroked her hair as he spoke.  “Well, I do hope you will have learnt to be better behaved after today.”

Rose paused and smiled at him.  “I’m not sure.  After that, I wonder if I should be brattish every day.”

Edward shook his head and growled at her.  But his voice was filled with affection.  They both knew he enjoyed the challenge of disciplining her as much as she enjoyed being disciplined.

“And I’ll have to see what happens if I stop wearing knickers altogether!”