Family Matters Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Family Matters Ch. 16

... dark wood, with shafts and harness for a girl to pull it.

The stable boy entered with a pitchfork to rearrange the hay in their stall. As he reached for a corner, he accidentally poked Katie with one of the tines and she unleashed a torrent of abuse at him. He was an imbecile, a clumsy fool.

He put down the pitchfork and stood a moment looking at her before turning and going out. A few minutes later he returned with a wrangler and the head groom.

Katie realized she was in trouble; she knelt at once before them. The groom told her to stand and the wrangler led her outside.

Faith could not see what happened next, but she could hear. Steps climbing up to the platform beneath the gallows. Indistinct noises; a snap of wood, a scream begun but cut off at once; the sound of a pickup truck arriving and a load slid onto it; the truck driving away. She knew she would not see Katie again and learned a lesson: do not offend even the lowest member of the estate staff.

The stable boy returned with his pitchfork and she knelt with her head touching the hay. Heedless of whether she had permission to speak, words tumbled out of her.

She had the greatest respect for him; and if she ever offended him in any way she hoped he would correct her and allow her to atone for it with whatever punishment he thought appropriate and continue to serve him if he found her worthy. She paused for breath.

He laughed and led her outside to squat. She wondered once again what her ...

... strait-laced parents would think of their daughter now; naked and bound, on the end of a leash held by a stable boy, relieving herself in the dirt as he stood above her. She loved it.

She never learned his name, though. Perhaps it was forbidden to her, she was afraid to ask.

Back to the chaise; Mr. Kent was going to "the school" this afternoon (this seemed to mean something) and she would have to pull it. She would spend the morning learning how.

He put her between the shafts and harnessed her, then climbed into the seat and applied the whip to her buttocks; get moving.

She pulled the chaise out of the barn and at his command turned toward the bridle path that encircled the estate. She felt the sting of his whip again and began to run, careful to avoid falling on the rutted stony surface.

Soon she understood the unspoken commands: pulling back on the reins to slow down, slapping her back with them to speed up, not much different from the leash. And the whip on her rear to get her attention, or just for entertainment.

They returned to the barn where bowls of feed and water awaited her. She took her lunch and lay down in her stall to rest before her task this afternoon.

She woke to find the stable boy's booted foot on her belly, shaking it to wake her. She rose, took a drink of water from the bowl and followed the boy to the chaise. He harnessed her and drove it to the front entrance of the house beneath a portico.

He dismounted and held the reins until Mr. Kent ...