**** Thanks to all my readers for their feedback and interest. This is a story that's been kicking around my hard drive since before the "Orgasm Torture" series was conceived. Though the main character are real, this never really happened. I have no plans for future episodes of this story, though anything is possible. Please, feel free to rate it and send feedback if you find it worth commenting on! I haven't forgotten about you "Orgasm Torture" fans - I really do have more planned, unfortunately, this earning a living business gets in the way! Thanks again to WomanChild - my editor and ...... *****
Chapter 1 - Linda breaks the Wild Stallion
Linda watched herself in the mirror as she dressed. She was preparing for he usual late-afternoon ride that she always treated herself to after a hard day of working on land deals, cattle contracts, and payroll for her ranch hands and servants.
'Mrs. Linda' was a woman forced to compete in a man's world when her husband was trampled during a stampede. Though "Mrs. Linda" wasn't technically correct, she preferred it to "The Widow McAllister", so she didn't correct people when they called her "Mrs. Linda". Most of her staff called her "ma'am" out of respect, well earned respect, for she had continued to run the ranch efficiently, professionally, and profitably these last 5 years after her husband's death.
She slowly donned her starched white blouse, eyeing her full breasts filling the proper white bra. She pulled her tight, tan jodhpurs up her long legs and over her un-pantied bottom. Scandalous! She thought to herself if anyone knew she was bare under there. She grinned - she loved the feel of the tight pants against her bottom and between her legs as she rode. The tight fabric, the hard leather saddle - and the powerful, rhythmic motion of the horse beneath her. Often, her riding would bring her so close to orgasm that she didn't feel guilty at all "finishing the job" as she reclined in her after-ride bath.
Today she would be riding Buck - her bay stallion. Riding him always made her feel better - the wind in her hair, the sun on her back, and Buck's powerful body throbbing beneath her. Tucking her riding crop under her arm, she took a last look in the mirror. She looked like the proper lady rancher. She strode through the house and into the courtyard. 'Bath ready in 2 hours Mrs. Linda?' her maid asked. "Yes Mamie" she answered, heading to her private stable.
Buck should be out here already she thought, looking at the hitching post outside her barn and not seeing her horse. She stepped into the cool, dark stable, expecting to see Val - her stableman readying Buck. As her eyes adjusted to the dim interior, she could see that Buck was there – in his stall – not showing any signs of being ready to ride, or being made ready. Val, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, she was worried that he had been hurt or injured by one of the horses, and she felt herself become a bit frantic as she searched for him in one stall after another.
She neared the end of the stable and pushed the door of the tack room open with her crop, only to see Val sleeping peacefully in a pile of hay, shirtless, without a care in the world. She was relieved, of course, to see that he hadn't been injured, but at once she felt her face redden in anger at his laziness and for the needless concern she had for him.
"VAL!!!" she screamed at him.
He sprang instantly to his feet, startled, and a bit intimidated by her tone and appearance, he put on his best "innocent" face and tried to think of something smooth to say that would defuse Linda's obvious wrath.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, just that I was out breaking a horse this morning and I got so worn out that I sat down for a few minutes and the next thing I knew...."
"QUIET!" Linda fairly screamed as she slapped the crop against her boot. "Dammit Val, if the work here in the stable is too hard for you, I'm sure I can find a field hand who is up to the task of making sure my horse is groomed, fed and saddled when I want to go for a ride. I don't think that's asking too much, do you Val?"
His head sank forward onto his chest in shame as she berated him.
"I was worried that you were hurt or sick when I didn't see you. I thought a horse had kicked you or knocked you down. I was afraid Val." She was on the verge of tears as she shouted at him, her anger at him revealing something deeper to her. "I care about you Val – I would be very upset if something ever happened to you......"
He looked up through his tousled hair to see her facing him – gloved fists on her hips, yet tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"Better be careful Ma'am", he grinned, " the boys will say you're sweet on me...." His voice trailed off as soon as the words escaped his lips – he knew that he had said the wrong thing – and he saw the flames of anger rekindle in her eyes. Smile fading, he quickly sprang to the rail where her saddle was slung to retrieve it and saddle Buck before she started a new attack.
Linda felt the blood rise in her face as she grew even angrier than she was initially. A roar of anger escaped her lips as she fairly flew at him and pushed him hard in the back with both hands. Her wrath had made her stronger than usual, and the unexpected shove caught Val off-balance, he stumbled forward and fell as the saddle on the rail caught him high on the thighs.
With nothing to push against – and in an awkward position, he thrashed around ineffectively as Linda scooped up her fallen riding crop from the straw-strewn floor. Still seething with anger, she drew it back and brought it down hard across his denim-covered cheeks.
"OW!" screamed Val as the unexpected smack stung him even through the heavy fabric.
Linda's hair flew as she drew back and delivered another vicious blow to Val's butt.
"DAMN!" he yelled in response. Three more times the crop rose and fell, "Geez!", "Hell!", "Damn!" came the response to each blow in turn.
Linda stopped as she heard a noise behind her. Turning, she looked to the open door, recognizing voices from the barn. "Don't you move!" she hissed at Val's back as she pointed with her crop, "I'm not through with you yet!".
She strode three long steps to the door just in time to see Zeke snatching the hat off his head and looking very uncomfortable.
"Sorry Ma'am – I jus' heard a ruckus here and thought there was a problem."
She could see a few other hands behind him as tried to answer as calmly as possible.
"No problem Zeke, I'm just taking care of a minor difficulty here – you and the boys can get back to your chores."
Maybe it was the tone of her voice, maybe the look in her eyes – or maybe the crop still gripped tightly in her gloved hand that made her point clear, but Zeke and the others fairly fell over themselves exiting the barn with hurried "Yes Ma'ams!" mumbled over their shoulders.
When they had left the barn, Linda closed and latched the tack room door and turned back to Val. She really wasn't of a mind to use the crop anymore, but she knew that they needed to talk. She saw him shaking as he lay across the saddle.
"Val?" she asked nervously – wondering if something was wrong. "VAL?" she called out louder as he continued to rhythmically shake where he lay.
She rushed around to kneel where his head was and saw that tears were streaming from his clenched eyes and that his mouth was agape in a silent...... Laugh!?
He caught his breath after a second and laughed out loud as he lay there – too weak from the apparent humor to even move.
"Taking care of a 'minor difficulty' Ma'am?" he managed to wheeze out between laughs. That he found the situation even remotely funny made her blood boil again as she straightened up.
She moved behind him again. "Stand up Val." She calmly said.
He continued his laughter-induced paralysis. Gritting her teeth she ordered: "Dammit Val, stand UP!!!"
The steel in her voice made him see the gravity of the situation, and he managed to slowly push himself up from his awkward position.
"I would think that a few hard smacks with a riding crop would convince you that I mean business Val, but from your laughter, I guess I was wrong." Her assessment was confirmed by the smirk on his face as she looked at him stone coldly.
"I guess your jeans are too thick to allow the crop to get your attention. Take off your pants Val."
His face lost all color at the words.
"What Ms. Linda?" he asked, hoping he had heard wrong.
"I said" she said in a clipped tone, "take off your pants Val, and I will NOT say it again."
He hesitated a moment too long and she reached forward yanking the top tab of his jeans, causing the button fly to "zip" open, exposing the top of his dark thatch of curls.
Pushing him back towards the rail with the saddle over it, she ordered "Get back over that saddle".
He saw the look in her eyes and decided not to argue, lowering himself over the smooth brown leather. As he lowered himself, he felt her gloved hand tugging down his jeans, pulling them down over his muscular bottom. He started to object, but her stern "Don't you move until I'm finished with you." kept him from resisting.
She tugged his tight jeans down until they were at his knees – and then stepped back.
"Maybe without those thick pants between you and my crop, I'll convince you that this is not a laughing matter!"
