The next day the weather was a shade cooler but Jim was still in his shirtsleeves as he made his way to work. There was a spring in his step as he went through the morning routine and he was bubbling with anticipation. It seemed that every day was bringing new experiences, most of them positive, and he wondered what was in store for him today. In what seemed like no time he'd got Morning Dew ready and he was standing on his box, trousers and panties around his ankles when Miss Worthing came into the stables bang on the dot of seven o'clock.
"Good morning," she said brightly as she went up to Jim and took his caged penis in her hands. "How are we this morning? Any chafing?"
"No... No, Miss Worthing," Jim replied. "It's fine."
"It is, isn't it?" Miss Worthing said, looking him straight in the eye, "just fine. Now come along, let's get my boots on."
Miss Worthing sat down as Jim got down from his box and knelt before her. Again Miss Worthing was quite blatant about the way she was rubbing his penis with the sole of her boot and seemed to be taking fun from trying to put him off. Jim struggled to concentrate; he wanted so much just to revel in the wonderful sensations but he knew that, if he were to stop, then so would she. Much as he tried he couldn't spin it out for long and, shortly, the boots were on and Miss Worthing was standing in front of him.
"We're going to have so much fun," she said with a big smile on her face. "Now, no slacking today; I want you up at the house for eleven o'clock. I've got some little jobs for you."
She turned and went off for her morning ride.
For the rest of the morning Jim was kept pretty busy; the weather might be cooler but that didn't stop the girls from coming in to take their ponies out. The stables were busy ans there was the usual chaos as pieces of tack went missing only to turn up moments later but by mid morning he had it mostly under control and was well in command of his daily schedule. At five to eleven he made sure there was nothing needing his immediate attention and went over to the house. Grateful for the privacy of the back garden he got undressed and, knocking on the back door, went inside.
"Ah, there you are," Miss Worthing said as she came through from the study. She went to the broom cupboard and fetched out the apron, handing it to Jim to put on. "Mrs Brown is off for her annual fortnight in the Costa Brava and I'm without a cleaning lady for the interim," she explained. "You'll find the Dyson and the furniture polish in the cupboard under the stairs. I want all the rooms, upstairs and down, vacuumed and dusted. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Miss Worthing," Jim replied. Miss Worthing gave him a long stare and he suddenly remembered, he was wearing the apron and she was due a curtsey.
"That's better," she said as he bobbed clumsily. "Now get on with it; I'll keep an aye on the stables."
Miss Worthing went off out into the yard and Jim was left with the intricacies of the Dyson. He'd never done any housework before, his mum kept the house clean at home and his student digs were... student digs, but it didn't take too long to sort out what went where and he was off pushing the vacuum cleaner over the deep pile carpet. That was the easy part; as to what was involved in dusting he really didn't have a clue so he ended up vaguely flicking the cloth around trying hard not to break anything. This, of course, gave him an opportunity to have a good look around. He'd already seen the lounge and when he got to the study and dining room they were similarly furnished. There was a lot of oak furniture, much of it, he guessed, valuable antiques. In trepidation he squirted some polish at the dining table and was pleased when, with a few wipes of the duster, it came up with an improved sheen.
And then he got to upstairs and, in particular, Her bedroom. He hesitated at the door before going in; it felt almost intrusive to be going in without her there. The bed was made and the room was mostly tidy so he vacuumed the floor and ran the duster over the dressing table. Then he went in to the en-suite and wiped around, leaving it as perfect as he could. He wanted, he wished he could do so much more; there was a delightful intimacy about cleaning this, her inner sanctum.
"Aren't you done yet?" Miss Worthing voice came from downstairs.
"Just finishing up, Miss Worthing." Jim wrapped up the lead for the Dyson and hurried downstairs, this time remembering to give her a curtsey as he went by. He'd just put the Dyson away when Miss Worthing called him into the lounge.
"And what's this?" She ran her finger along the mantelpiece and held it up. Jim could see the grey smudge of dust.
"I'm sorry, Miss Worthing," Jim started.
"I don't care if you're sorry or not. I set you a task and you blatantly haven't done it, have you?" Miss Worthing was in full school ma'am mode.
"No, Miss Worthing," Jim was crestfallen.
"And why not?" Miss Worthing asked sternly.
"I didn't know I had to," Jim admitted.
"It looks like this is another thing I'm going to have to teach you," Miss Worthing said with a sigh. "Well, we'll get to that later. You'd best get back to the stables. Come along now, off you go."
Jim gave Miss Worthing a final curtsey and, leaving his apron in the broom cupboard went outside to get dressed again. As he made his way back to the stable block he could tell that he was going to be kept busy; there were girls and their horses coming and going everywhere and he hadn't even got to the tack room before he was in demand to sort out a dispute over the ownership of a bridle.
He was still hard at it when, shortly after lunch, Kathy arrived but she ignored Jim and went into Truffles stall preferring equine to human company. She was still there when Miss Worthing came into the stables.
"Hello Kathy," Jim heard her say as she leant over the door to Truffles stall. "Don't forget you're invited to tea this afternoon."
"I'm not sure I..." Kathy started, reticent as ever.
"Nonsense," Jim knew Miss Worthing in this mood; she was unstoppable, "of course you can. Come up to the house at three o'clock, or will I have to come and fetch you?"
"OK," Kathy agreed reluctantly. "I'll be there."
"Of course you will," Miss Worthing said before leaving to check on the rest of the stables.
Shortly before three Jim was out in the yard working when he heard a car pulling in. He turned to see a Mazda MX-5 manoeuvring across the yard. The top was down revealing the driver to be a woman, smart, well dressed and, Jim guessed, around her mid twenties. She parked up and got out, giving Jim a warm smile before heading for the house. Miss Worthing had obviously been keeping an eye out for her because she was waiting ready at the door well before the woman got there.
Ten minutes later Miss Worthing, accompanied by this woman, came over to the stable block and headed straight for Truffles stall.
"Kathy, there's someone I'd like you to meet," Jim heard Miss Worthing say. "This is Zara, Zara Thornton."
"Hello Kathy," Zara said. "What a lovely horse, is he yours?"
Jim couldn't hear Kathy's response but he knew that, by praising Truffles, Miss Thornton had got off to a good start and, when five minutes later, he saw the three of them heading off for the house Kathy and Miss Thornton seemed deep in conversation.
Shortly after this Amanda, Sandra and Karen arrived. Amanda was still driving the Punto; evidently repairs to her car were taking some time. They slouched over to the stables and, after giving their respective horses the once over, hung around smoking. Jim tried to respectively point out that smoking in the stables was not only against the rules but also very dangerous but their sole response was to completely ignore him. However, he noticed he wasn't subjected to the torrent of derision he would have suffered previously. They were still hanging around when Kathy reappeared.
"Hey, tubby!" Amanda shouted out, "where have you been? Get your fat arse over here."
"I... I can't. I'm busy." As ever, Kathy was nervous when confronted by Amanda.
"Busy? Too busy to spend time with your friends; what on earth can you be up to?" Amanda said derisively.
"She's coming riding with me," Miss Thornton had arrived and came to Kathy's defence, "you must be Mandy; Miss Worthing has told me all about you. For a start you can put those cigarettes out."
Amanda was about to protest but there was something about Miss Thornton that made her think twice and, with all the bravado she could muster she stubbed out her cigarette and slouched off, taking her friends with her.
"What a thoroughly nasty girl," Miss Thornton commented. "Now then, Miss Worthing has said I can take Morning Dew out for a ride," she turned to Jim. "Would you be so kind as to get him ready for me?"
Jim went off to saddle up Morning Dew whilst Miss Thornton and Kathy sorted out Truffles. When Jim returned with Morning Dew they were still talking animatedly and Jim realised that he had never seen Kathy look so happy, so excited as she showed off her beloved pony.
"Come along then; you can show me your favourite rides." Miss Thornton mounted up and the two of them rode off into the paddock.
It was nigh on six o'clock when they returned and Jim was doing his final rounds. However both Kathy and Miss Thornton helped put the horses back in their stalls and were so involved in each other that they didn't impact on his routine.
"Thank you, Miss Thornton. I've had a lovely afternoon," Jim heard Kathy say as they emerged from their respective horses stalls. Whether it was the ride or the company she was flushed and excited.
"So have I," Miss Thornton replied, "and you must call me Zara; after all we are friends, aren't we?"
