The Stables

Chapter Six

The abrupt and noisy rattling of her cell bars awoke Emilia and she started, eyes opening and taking in her unfamiliar surroundings as memories flooded back into her brain. She swivelled her head and saw the other girls kneeling down and then bending forward, breasts swaying gracefully, as they ate their breakfast then lapped up water from another bowl. She saw her own dish placed by her mattress and she sniffed at the contents then started to eat the thick porridge as she realised that she was actually starving hungry. It was only when she had finished that she looked up and saw Miss Tara eyeing her through the bars, riding crop clutched tightly in her slim fingers.

"Any problems last night, Rebecca?"

"No, Miss Tara. Everyone was well behaved."

"Such a shame as I was looking forward to striping somebody's pretty bottom this morning. Never mind, just bring them along to the stable for the morning milking in a couple of minutes!"

"Yes, Miss Tara," replied Rebecca as she slipped into her short skirt and blouse although Emilia was intrigued to notice that she wore nothing underneath, not even a chemise.

The stable block seemed slightly warmer than outside and Emilia was grateful to be sheltered from the chill spring wind that had caressed her naked flesh with icy fingers. Rebecca chivvied the three other girls along to the large open space where Miss Tara waited, smiling enigmatically as they approached.

"Rebecca, take Molly and Lydia over and get them started. They may use their hands for just thirty seconds today and then just their mouths. The last one to give satisfaction will receive six strokes."

"Yes, Miss Tara," chorused the other girls and Emilia frowned slightly wondering what was happening as they followed Rebecca's tall figure over to where a large wooden screen was placed just a couple of yards away from the back wall of the building. It was too far away from her for Emilia to see exactly what was happening but she could make out that Molly and Lydia knelt down and then reached out with their hands before her attention was snapped back to Miss Tara as the woman reached out and tapped her on the shoulder with her crop.

"As you are just beginning your training, you may use your hands for two minutes before you use your mouth, Emilia," the imposing figure of Miss Tara, clad in a black, ankle-length skirt and crisp white blouse, commented.

"To do what, Miss Tara?" inquired Emilia, green eyes wide with bemusement.

"Follow me and you will soon find out!" the woman remarked, turning on her booted heel and striding across to the screen.

Nervously, Emilia followed, mouth going dry as she got closer and saw the other two girls' heads bobbing up and down furiously. Strange sucking sounds reached her ears and she peered closely and saw their lips sliding back and forth on what appeared to be stiff poles that stuck out through the wooden screen. It was only when she knelt under orders from Miss Tara and then reached out and touched the last remaining pole that she realised that it was alive. Heat burned her fingers and she gasped and released the hard shaft, edging away instantly as she touched a man's thickness for the very first time. Then Emilia squealed as the tip of the crop tapped sharply against her back several times.

"It will not bite you, girl, but my crop will afterwards unless you are obedient. Now use your hands until I tell you to stop and then it will be your mouth. I think I will award you six strokes if you fail to beat the other girls because of your silliness."

Tentatively, Emilia reached out and grasped the pulsing flesh gently, surprised at the silky smoothness of the shaft that stuck out of the hole in the screen. What did the man look like on the other side? she wondered as she stroked the long prick, running her fingers right down to where it emerged from the wood before trailing them back up again until they reached the swollen, almost purple head. That trembled at her touch and she stroked the shaft harder, wrapping her fingers right round it and suddenly entranced by the sensation. She teased with her fingernails and felt the stiff prick shudder almost in response. Her hand slid up and down the long shaft, rolling the tight foreskin up over the crown then back down again, freeing the swollen glans which gleamed as clear bubbles of precome dribbled out of the tiny slit and made the flesh so slippery to the touch.

Her fingers almost glided across the warm flesh as the slippery substance coated them and she was lost in wonder until the crop tapped her sharply on the nape of her neck.

"Time to use your mouth, Emilia!" Miss Tara ordered and Emilia hesitated, looking at the slippery head of the man's cock. Using her fingers had been intriguing but somehow being told to kiss and suck on it made her feel ashamed and she blushed as she watched the large knob pulse gently just an inch or so away from her lips.

"Now, girl, or I will give you six strokes!" snapped her nemesis and, stifling a sob of shame, Emilia inched forwards until her soft lips just touched the warmth of the man's velvety smooth glans. It jerked upwards at the touch and she recoiled but the crop tapped again and she bent back down and licked along the smoothness, tasting the warm flesh and inhaling the tang of his maleness deep into her soul. It was strangely alluring, Emilia discovered to her surprise. She licked again then opened her mouth wider and daringly slipped it over the purple plum, sucking on the end and feeling the cock respond by twitching and jerking gently inside her. She wrapped her tongue round the underside and heard a groan from the other side of the wooden screen and suddenly she smiled and started to enjoy herself, relishing the strange power that she possessed. Yes, she was on her knees and sucking away at a man's cock but ultimately, it seemed that she had the power to arouse and entice. It was her lips and mouth keeping the stiff prick jutting out and making it pulse powerfully as she teased it with her tongue. Her sense of satisfaction was rudely interrupted as there came another sharp groan and suddenly, to her utter surprise, a jet of thick, slightly salty cream flooded into her mouth. Before she could move, another came and then another before she managed to shift backwards, slipping her mouth away from the spouting fountain head. That, however, did not mean that she was safe as the cock continued to spurt and white fluid sprayed over her face and then dripped down her chin and onto her breasts and belly before the last few drops spiralled down to the floor like spider silk.

"I can see that I am going to have to train you properly to suck a man dry and not waste a drop of his precious seed!" commented Miss Tara caustically. "For failing to do so, bend forward and touch your forehead right to the ground, girl!"

"But..." began Emilia, looking round at the tall, slim figure who was staring down at her through narrowed blue eyes.

"But me no buts, girl, or I will double the punishment to six strokes!" snapped Miss Tara and, swallowing hard, Emilia slowly got into the correct position, all too aware of how vulnerable and exposed it made her with her bottom up and her head down against the sandy floor.

Tara watched the girl's bottom cheeks widen out as she pressed her head down and excitement flowed through her. There was nothing quite so enjoyable as whipping a pretty arse until it was red and glowing. Admittedly, she was only going to deliver three strokes for this transgression but she knew that it would not be the last time that her crop or cane or hand paid attention to Emilia's beautiful bottom. She raised the crop and aimed carefully then brought it down in one sharp movement and heard the girl howl as a red welt blossomed into prominence on her creamy-white skin. Emilia felt as if her bottom had been cut in half and she could not stop her mouth opening and expelling part of the pain into the air. The next stroke caught her lower and before she had got over the first one and her squeal became higher in pitch and echoed around the room and, face suddenly flaming red, she twisted her head to one side slightly and caught sight of all the other girls staring at her from just a few yards away.

The final lash of the crop struck Emilia right across the centre of her buttocks and she hissed in agony, trying to control herself in front of the others and then came a cold hand slithering over her naked flesh and touching her burning bottom.

"Nicely warm to the touch and perhaps it will get hotter when Rebecca informs me who today's slack girl is? Was Emilia ahead of Molly and Lydia, Rebecca?"

"She was behind..."

Emilia's heart thudded almost painfully in her chest as Rebecca started. Was she going to be struck again and six strokes instead of a mere three?

"Behind Molly but in front of Lydia, Miss Tara."

"Then Lydia's bottom needs striping to encourage her to work harder next time. Your future husband will require you to be an expert with your tongue and lips as well as that sweet, tight pussy, girl. Head on the ground and bottom well up and I think that you, Rebecca, can apply the crop to her bottom!"

Ordered up onto her feet, Emilia stood by Molly as Rebecca, handed the crop by Miss Tara, swished it through the air a couple of times while Lydia's plump cheeks twitched in dreaded anticipation. It was a truly fascinating sight and Emilia could not tear her eyes away from the girl's spread thighs and the hint of dusky pink peeping out from chestnut-brown curls. Had she looked so alluring? Had her pussy lips been on view for Miss Tara along with the tiny rosette of her bottom hole? It seemed incredibly rude to be staring at Lydia's exposed anus but Emilia found it intriguing as the whorled hole pulsed ever so gently every time that the crop swished through the air.

The crop suddenly struck the smooth skin and Lydia hissed out in pain and Emilia watched avidly as a vivid red weal sprang into life on the white flesh. Another stroke and the same result then the third cut low and striped the back of the girl's thighs.

"Accuracy is important, Rebecca, and I wish for her bottom to be punished, not the thighs!" remonstrated Miss Tara with a slight frown.

"Sorry, Miss Tara," stated Rebecca although the smile on her face negated the apology in Emilia's view. The prefect seemed to be enjoying using the riding crop, azure eyes aglow with an inner fire as she whipped it down three more times and decorated Lydia's lovely cheeks with livid scarlet welts.

"Better accuracy, Rebecca, but you must control yourself if you are to become a dominant. A submissive puts their whole being in your power and you cannot afford to be carried away by your own desires or you will lose their trust! Starting slowly and building up to a crescendo of pain and agony is far more effective. Your submissive gets used to the gradual incremental agony and can then endure more thus making it more satisfying for both of you! I will demonstrate on you, I think!"

"But, Miss Tara..." stammered Rebecca, face going pale suddenly.

"A dominant must know how much pain she is inflicting, Rebecca, and you can only do that by experience."

"The others though," whispered Rebecca, waving her hand to indicate the other girls.

"Will watch and learn from the experience, I am sure. Hold your skirt up to your waist and bend over, girl!"

Rebecca's momentary hesitation in obeying brought a sharp comment from her mistress, threatening to replace her as prefect with Lydia who smiled, cat-like, as she got up from the sand. The threat worked instantly and, fighting back tears of shame, Rebecca turned and bent over, hands gripping her skirt tightly as Miss Tara informed her that if she let go and allowed the material to fall down and cover her bottom then she would add a dozen strokes.

"Now, girls," she addressed the watchers, "you are all submissives by nature and secretly relish having pain inflicted. Rebecca is the opposite, preferring to give rather than to receive...as both Molly and Lydia know only too well! However, by skilful and delicate use of pain, I believe that I can encourage her body to react similarly to yours."

The crop flicked out gently and tapped against the peach-like buttocks and Miss Tara maintained a regular rhythm that soon made the soft flesh change colour from cream to a rose pink. Little moans and cries seeped out of Rebecca's mouth and the three watching girls drank them in greedily, especially Molly who had suffered greatly at the hands of the dominant prefect over the last fortnight. In fact, she found it difficult not to smile widely as the tapping started to harden into proper strokes of the crop that made Rebecca hiss and moan. The pinkness darkened into a subtle shade of red and then to scarlet as the crop flickered out continually like a snake's searching tongue.

After several minutes, Miss Tara, while continuing to use the crop, ordered Lydia to crouch in front of Rebecca between her soft thighs.

"Your tongue, Lydia. I will continue now, Rebecca, until you come for me," she announced and Molly pouted, wishing it had been her who had been given the task as she would have made sure that she kept Rebecca on the edge and never allowed her to tumble over the brink into rapture. Lydia was kinder and her tongue licked and flicked at the seeping slit, teasing the succulent folds open and darting up in between as Rebecca cried out in a strange mixture of agony and ecstasy. As the crop struck harder, wealing and welting the crimson flesh, Rebecca came and Lydia's mouth was inundated under a flood of sweet honey that she eagerly sucked into her mouth and drank down. Emilia watched on enviously, wishing it had been her kneeling or being whipped and her bottom cheeks tingled in delight while her clit pulsed with desire as Rebecca's cries reached a new pitch of passion.

"I am going to train Emilia for a little while, Rebecca," remarked Miss Tara once the prefect had recovered a little from her orgasm. "Then she can come to you for training in milking a man of his seed. Follow behind me, Emilia!"

Emilia trailed after the tall, imperious figure until they reached one of the small stables. Inside it was empty apart from straw on the floor and a travelling style chest tucked into one corner. Emilia knelt obediently when ordered and watched, eyes wide with curiosity as Miss Tara strode over to the chest and examined the contents thoughtfully for a few moments before picking out an object.

"On your front and touch your forehead to the floor, girl," she commented as she walked back and again Emilia complied, unwilling to risk a further attack from the devilish crop.

Hands pulled her buttocks wide apart and Emilia squirmed in shame as fingers traced down her exposed anal crack and even over her crinkled furrow. Despite the embarrassment, she could not prevent her clit reacting, tingling away in response. She stared sightlessly down into the scratchy straw as the fingers kept stroking over her flesh, occasionally dipping down and slithering over her pussy folds but more often teasing her anus.

"Have you ever been used here?" inquired her tormentor abruptly, touching Emilia's whorled star.

"What? Why should I have been?" inquired Emilia in shock at the thought of such a thing.

"Why not? You have three holes, girl, and each one will be used by your future master or mistress if they wish to do so."

"What if I don't wish them to?" asked Emilia, shivering as one of the woman's fingers started to press into her anal hole gently.

"Then your master or mistress will take your wishes into consideration and decide that you need to be obedient and used there very often so that you get used to it and enjoy it!" remarked Miss Tara, smiling at the question and the slight shudder that rippled down the girl's spine at the answer.

Leaning over the pert bottom cheeks, Tara directed some of her spittle down into the spread crevice then rubbed it in gently, teasing the crinkled anus with the tip of her finger for a while before she suddenly slipped it up inside. There was a muffled cry from Emilia and she squirmed on the straw, suddenly feeling her nipples erect as the straw irritated them slightly. The finger worked slowly in and out of her tight anal hole, making her gasp slightly as it pushed in further and further. To her shock, another joined it, sliding deep into her bottom and spreading her muscular ring further apart. She cried out then flushed bright red as she realised that her pussy was leaking sweetness in response to the slithering fingers. Why was she turned on by this shameful act? She uttered a sob of despair and mortification as the woman slid her fingers all the way out and then down across her wet pussy lips before commenting, "It does not seem to be something that you hate, does it, girl?"

A sharp slap on her bottom made Emilia shake her head and mutter a reply and then she was squealing as Miss Tara settled her weight on the back of Emilia's legs and inserted her thumb, wriggling it in and out of the tight anal entrance and ignoring her protestations. Fresh dribbles of love juice seeped out of her body and coated her pink folds with honeydew and Miss Tara chuckled at the sight before she picked up the object she had brought from the chest earlier and gently teased the blunt end into the girl's wetness.

"Going to get this nicely lubricated by your very own juices, girl, before it goes inside you fully. Then you will have a little tail to wear for the rest of the day!"

Emilia squirmed again as the blunt object eased the lips of her pussy open and slithered inside a couple of inches. It felt delightful there and she sighed with pleasure as her clitoris pulsed with pleasure at the invader. There were a few moments of bliss before it slipped away and then Emilia was gasping in surprise and fear as it pushed against her tight anal entrance as Miss Tara removed her fingers.

"Relax, Emilia, and it will be much easier," the woman whispered and Emilia tried but found it difficult to do so as pain flared in her tight hole.

Tara circled the end of the butt plug horsetail gently round the exposed anal ring and pushed slowly and smoothly, watching her victim's rectum part. Playing with girl's bottom holes was such a delight and the first time was always the best, she thought. You could never quite tell how a girl would react and whether they would hate it, love it or just tolerate it. She suspected Emilia, from the betraying wetness of her pussy, was going to delight in being played with and used there though and she smiled widely as the rectal ring stretched wider and the first inch or so of the plug slithered into the darkness.

Emilia squealed when she felt the intruder push deeper into her anus as her rectal ring surrendered to the insistent pressure applied by Miss Tara. It felt incredibly strange as the object slithered inside and her spongy innards gripped it tightly. Inch by inch, it slid in until she thought that she was going to burst but finally, Miss Tara stopped pushing as the thinner neck of the butt plug slotted into position. Emilia's ring clamped tightly around it, pulsing gently against the hard ebony wood while the horsehair tail hung down prettily, swaying from side to side as the girl wriggled a little.

"Such a pretty sight, Emilia. Up you get and walk around for me now so I can see the tail properly," commanded Miss Tara and Emilia rose slowly and followed orders, face as red as a cherry tomato as the woman made appreciative comments about how she looked with the butt plug in her bottom.

After a few minutes, Miss Tara sat herself down on the top of the chest and patted her lap as she told Emilia to come and lie across it.

"But what am I getting punished for?" Emilia asked, wrinkling her brow in puzzlement.