by Ashley Hind
They rode with different styles that summed up their characters completely. April was hunched forward and aggressive, dashing between the jumps and attacking each one, kicking and calling out to her horse to urge it on. May was far more measured and precise, accelerating just before the jump and concentrating on the timing, patting her mount’s neck with each successful clearance. She sat much straighter in the saddle, her small chest stuck out and jiggling on the landings, an arch at the small of her back accentuating the outward push of her bottom against the saddle.
Her leggings were stretched tight and shone as they caught the sun, allowing every movement beneath them to be visible. There were wonderful moments on her approaches when she gathered speed, and just before she came fully out of the saddle it would rise up two or three times and slap hard against her, sending a rippling judder through her bum cheeks. For those precious moments, the firm definition of her buttocks was transformed to an almost liquid softness, and Leah knew this was exactly how they would look if May were being taken from behind.
She looked so beautiful that it was heart-aching to watch. Leah just wanted to run over and hold her, to draw her in and kiss her. Crystal clear in her mind’s eye she appeared, naked except for her riding boots and hat; dark contrasts against her alabaster skin. She looked smooth and flawless, young and lithe. When they embraced, her body would be perky and athletic, but as Leah took hold and squeezed her, the firmness would dissolve into unfathomable pliancy in her hands. Their pussies would touch and they would kiss forever, melted together by their softness.
All this brought back memories of her convent school days and the aching nostalgia of those endless summers where she would fall into unrequited love at least a thousand times. She had even joined the swimming club, despite her limited abilities, just to watch the older girls in training. Each one was beautiful and fascinating, their movements perfect and mesmeric, their gestures and habits and private giggling huddles too sweet and painful to watch, even from afar.
Each body enthralled her and made her long for her own speedier development. One day she would delight in the view of a full bosom or muscular thighs straining at the swimsuit, the next it would be tiny pointed nipples and a flatter chest, with maybe a slim-hipped, chubby bum to go with it. She cheered her heroines on from the poolside and hoped they would notice her, then stole whatever furtive glimpses she could in the changing rooms and hoped that they wouldn’t.
After training she dreamt of all the girls pulling down their swimsuits and bending over to present her with a glorious line of bums, their young pussies pushing out between smooth thighs for her attention. She would be told to get to her knees and, one by one, the girls would grab her by the hair, pull her face into their backsides, and make her lick them. Sometimes she would have snatched a view in the changing rooms of a hairy mound or a dimpled buttock, and these details would be added meticulously to her fantasy for added realism. The reality was, however, that her dreams stayed as just that. Although by their closeness she was convinced some of the girls were lovers, she never found the courage or the opportunity to prise herself into their world, and so her fantasies remained unfulfilled. She could barely swim at all these days; the smell of chlorine almost ripped her heart out.
A couple of years later Thomas came along and swept away the agony of her schoolgirl crushes. She was stacking shelves at the time and he was a precocious young man on a management trainee scheme. He was good-looking and nearly filled his suit. He brimmed with disarming confidence and had a suggestive wit that Leah had never been exposed to before, which sent her into embarrassed giggling fits and made her weak at the knees. He clearly fancied her and thus for the first time she was welcomed into the wonderful world of boys. Before they officially became an item he was whisked away to another store, but a couple of years later he was back and they carried on almost seamlessly from where they left off.
They married fairly soon after, and they remained very happy over the years, although they both came to a mutual realisation that their early union had closed off some horizons which they now perhaps wished they should have experienced. Thomas was the only person she had ever really loved. But love is a disparate word; you could love your husband or you could love pizza. Nothing really described the intensity of wanting someone so much that even holding them was not enough. It felt almost like you needed to climb inside them, be a part of them and never let them go. This at least was what her earlier crushes had taught her. Some nights, after her fantasies had died down, she wondered if she had ever actually attained this with Thomas.
She was so proud of him and always glad to see him and he made her laugh like nobody else. She simply could not envisage a life without him; the thought just left her empty. Yet it was possible that he lacked something he could never give her. She needed adoration and protection and instruction, but after that she needed softness too. She wasn’t even sure what this entailed, whether it related to the spirit, the character, the body, or perhaps all three, but she was fairly sure that it was feminine in nature. She never really saw the utter beauty in men the way she had seen it in the girls of the swimming club, or here with May. As she watched the younger twin she was buzzing with the same schoolgirl excitement. She knew she could blissfully hold her for hours, kiss her for hours. She also knew that she could love her forever.
Leah was distracted as the Defender pulled up and Gwendolen climbed from the driving seat. She spoke to the twins and they immediately curtailed their activities, and she left them to dismount as she marched directly towards the stables. Leah quickly moved back, dragging her ball and chain away from the stable door and trying to return it to its original position at the front of the stall. She had just about done so when the Mistress strode into the stables and right up to her, wordlessly bending down and unlocking the ankle cuff, then straightening up looking her in the eyes.
‘Right then,’ said Gwendolen. ‘It’s time.’
The words meant nothing to Leah for a moment, and then she remembered: today was the day of her husband’s first visit.
Leah was locked in her room for a tense half hour. She thought she detected the arrival of another car but since her room was at the back of the house she was unable to confirm this. However, after a few more minutes she could hear the distant rumblings of an indistinct male voice downstairs, almost certainly Huw’s. After a while she heard a door close and all went quiet, so she sat nervously on her bed for ten minutes or so, until at last she heard the floorboards creaking in the corridor outside her room.
Gwendolen entered in a business-like manner, coming straight over and instructing her to get up. She was made to hold her hands out in front of her and was cuffed, just as she had been on the day she was snatched. When it came to ensuring her silence there was a new twist, and although this time she was spared the humiliation of her wet knickers in her mouth, these were substituted by an uncomfortable red ball gag that pushed against her tongue and was held tightly in place by leather straps fastening at her neck. She was given no extra clothes to wear and was ushered out of the door in just her knickers, a T-shirt and a pair of May’s pink ankle socks.
She was taken into the kitchen, where April stood by the large oak table, a sly grin plastered to her face. Only when Leah was nearly at the table herself did she see him, as previously he had been obscured by the large timber upright he was currently embracing. His wrists were cuffed and he was blindfolded, but as she let out a sobbing cry into her plastic gag, Thomas instantly knew it was her and called out her name. Leah was propped against the table facing him while Gwendolen went over and uncovered his eyes.
‘Don’t either of you speak,’ she said, ‘we’ve no time for idle pleasantries now.’
The couple looked longingly at each other and nodded to signify that they were OK, and he even managed a weak smile of encouragement, which she couldn’t quite manage to return.
‘Well then, my pr
etty,’ said Gwendolen, ‘I guess you are glad to see your husband, although you might not be so pleased when I tell you that he has failed you. He has not brought enough money, you see, and that means we are going to punish you.’
‘Leah, I’m sorry, they - ’
‘Don’t you dare talk, bastard,’ snarled the woman, cutting him dead. ‘Your big mouth has just earned her a little extra pain. Speak one more word and I will gladly double her hurt.’
His mouth clamped shut and Leah began to tremble at the talk of her impending punishment. Gwendolen took her arm and turned her, and with the aid of April and a chair seat, assisted her in clambering onto the table. She was positioned on all fours, forced to rest on her arms because of the handcuffs, so that her bottom was automatically pushed further out in her husband’s direction. Her shirt was then pulled up to reveal her full, white knickers, a sight that caused April to let out a little sigh of appreciation.
‘Now then girl,’ said the woman, ‘you are to look at him while you receive your smacks. I want him to see every trace of pain on your face, since it’s him that’s caused it. If you turn away, even slightly, I will give you extra.’
She obeyed, pressing her cheek flat against her forearm so that she could see him, although her attention was immediately drawn to movement by the doorway behind him. Resting back against the wall in the corner, with her hands clasped behind her like a chastened child, was May. She was biting her bottom lip nervously and her head was bowed. Leah could still make out a rosy flush to her cheeks, which may have been the result of the horse riding, or stress, or maybe even her soaring excitement. Whatever the cause she stayed mute, her eyes burning with their dark intensity as she lifted her head and met the victim’s gaze.
‘See to her knickers please, April,’ said the woman, and Leah felt them being eagerly pulled down, leaving her more embarrassed under her husband’s stare than she had been since their first days together. Gwendolen was lightly running her fingertips over the skin of her buttocks, causing the hairs to stand on end.
‘It’s a lovely little botty isn’t it?’ she said. ‘All fat and pink like a piglet’s arse, don’t you think? I wonder what it will look like when it’s bright red.’
She crossed over to the other timber upright and took off a long black paddle that had been hanging from a nail by a little loop at the end of its handle. She gleefully paraded the instrument of torture around the kitchen for all to see.
‘Before we start,’ she continued, ‘there is the small matter of Mr Big Mouth and the extra punishment he has earned for our pretty hostage. Normally, as she’s got such a nice piglet’s arse, I’d say we should take her out to the sty and let her feel what it’s like to have a big fat hog inside her. Sadly, my Huw’s taken them all off to market and so we don’t have one to hand. I do, however, have the next best thing.’
With a big smile on her face she strode across the room, opened the fridge door and removed a plate from the middle shelf. On it sat two thick sausages, similar to the ones Leah had eaten at breakfast the day before. One was selected and carried upright between finger and thumb towards Leah and her exposed backside. Leah jerked as Gwendolen’s fingers stroked down her slit and then pushed their way between her clinging lips and into the warmth of her pussy. She was surprised and ashamed to realise that she was already wet and able to accommodate the invading digits, and she sucked in her breath as they were stirred around inside her to spread her moistness.
Gwendolen held Leah’s pussy open and then paused for effect before rubbing the tip of the sausage against her vulva and slowly feeding it inside. The fat meat filled her and although her lips stuck to the transparent skin, the pressure from the woman was enough to ease it inside. Leah was compelled to moan, with humiliation and pleasure, as it was forced beyond her resistance and into her completely, her now slick labia closing behind, hiding it like a terrible secret. Her husband was staring goggle-eyed and behind her Gwendolen was uttering a throaty chuckle.
‘I think she likes it, don’t you? I actually think she is enjoying being filled by a big fat piggy’s cock. Perhaps we better spank her before she gets too carried away.’
Gwendolen positioned herself on Leah’s blind side, to avoid masking Thomas’s view. The paddle was pressed against the victim’s bottom and the woman moved her wrist back and forth in little rapid jerks, never removing the instrument from its contact with the skin, just bouncing the soft tissue of the buttock and gently increasing her pressure. As the weight of her bounces grew her arm started to move too and eventually clear air showed between the paddle and its target and her contact evolved into a series of light taps, just enough to sensitise the skin and bring goose bumps to the surface. Then abruptly she stopped, pressed the paddle as hard into Leah’s left buttock as possible and then drew her arm back about a foot, poised to strike. She waited, turning with a smile to Thomas, making sure she had his undivided attention.
The first smack hit Leah plumb in the centre of her left butt cheek. The paddle head spread the impact and the weight of the blow was not great, but it still hurt and sent a shock of first cold and then hot tingling pain through her bottom, causing her body to jerk forward and her pussy to contract against its filling of sausage meat.
‘That is my favourite sound,’ said Gwendolen. ‘The slap of a girls arse as I hit it, mixed with her cries of protest. It’s beautiful, don’t you think? It’s probably the thing that turns me on most in the world and, do you know, the louder it gets, the more it makes me want to come.’
It was a very thinly veiled warning of what was to follow. The second blow landed on the right cheek to equalise the reddening skin, but mercifully was no harder than the first. Leah moaned again and sucked in her breath at the impact. The blows were tolerable, even verging on pleasurable, but what worried her most was the disproportionate amount of harm they transmitted with such little back lift. Should her Mistress begin to really bring her arm through - and she surely would - then the pain would reach unimaginable and intolerable levels.
The woman for the while seemed content to maintain her light strikes, covering each square inch of the bottom and even the backs of the thighs. Leah, even through her discomfort, could see the skill of the Mistress. The blows were intentionally not too heavy. The point was to increase the sensitivity of the skin, to make it warm and frizz on the surface and not to dull the nerves, to make her bottom more vulnerable to greater agonies when they inevitably came. It was a thought that chilled her, although she could feel that her arousal, with involuntary contradiction, had managed to force past the plugging sausage and was beginning to leach out into the open and wet her pussy lips.
Gwendolen ceased her beating and strutted around the room to view her handiwork and gauge Thomas’s reaction. Leah took the opportunity to snatch a glance at May, who had moved a little closer and was standing with her hands gripping the edge of the breakfast bar. Her face was still flushed and her bottom lip continued to be chewed, while a frown clouded her expression. She looked flustered and distressed and, although Leah was the one taking the pain, she had a gripping urge to run over and comfort the younger twin.
‘Girls, I think our Mr Big Mouth is actually enjoying watching his wife getting her arse thrashed! I reckon he short-changed us on purpose just so he could watch. Well? Do you like to see your wife in pain? Let’s see shall we?’
Gwendolen handed the paddle to April and strode over to Thomas, tugging immediately at his belt to loosen it before unfastening his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles. She paused briefly to raise her eyebrows and smile at Leah and then, with the tip of her tongue poking out to the side and curling up against her top lip, she pulled down his underpants.
His cock still hung down but was definitely more engorged than normal and twitched under her scrutiny. Gwendolen gave a little murmur of appreciation and ran her fingertips up his length. He tried to protest but she hushed him instantl
y. She stood close to him and brought her middle finger up to her mouth and provocatively sucked it, finally releasing it to display its wetness to him. Leah watched in tentative silence as the woman dropped to her knees in front of Thomas and eyed his cock with a knowing smile. Her hand ran slowly up the back of his thigh, and then suddenly his eyes popped open and he let loose an expletive.
‘Stay quiet,’ snapped Gwendolen, ‘or the Little Piggy gets a rolling pin up her.’
Thomas’s chest swelled as he tensed and filled his lungs with air, his eyes staying wide as the woman fiddled around behind him. Leah had never given her husband any such treatment but she knew for sure from his expression that Gwendolen’s finger had wormed its way into his back passage. She saw the tendons flexing in the woman’s arm and could visualise the digit stirring around inside him as it tunnelled its way upwards towards his sensitive gland. Gwendolen emitted a short cry of triumph as his penis suddenly began to swell and lift.
Thomas cast his wife a contrite look as if to suggest his reaction was involuntary, but his cock continued to lengthen and rear its head regardless. As it rose up, Gwendolen opened her mouth to receive him. He gasped and swore as she took him in and sank down onto his shaft, sucking him with vigour that stretched her lips against his now fully rigid muscle and coated it thickly with spit. She gobbled like a porn star, her whole head bobbing with her plunging action and her throat gurgling her excitement. She came off him, leaving a thick thread of saliva strung between the tip of his penis and her bottom lip, and turned to view her other victim.
‘April, continue with the spanking, please,’ she said.
The ominous words sent a wave of panic through Leah. Having a harsh but skilled Mistress deliver a beating was one thing, but to have this unhinged sadist let loose on her was another matter entirely. Her trepidation was not misplaced. The first blow was excruciating and sent white flashes of pain behind her eyes. She screamed into her gag and kept on yelling as more heavy and indiscriminate strikes landed. The hurt was immediately unbearable, her bottom seeming to swell and burst into raging flames as the paddle whacked against her.
