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Horse Ranch Helper

Gretchen’s father first contacted me about his daughter working at my horse ranch when she was still a senior in high school. It was a part time job which entailed the exercising and feeding of the breeding stock which I specialized in. Our main buildings were only a few blocks out of town and close enough so she could walk.

I knew the girl from my visits into town and like many others had inquired about who she was. She was a beautiful blond cheerleader with ample chest and cheeks that stood outback just the right amount.

I quickly agreed that we could indeed use her to help care for the horses. Her father had assured me that she was infatuated with animals and horses in particular so on the next Monday she arrived early. When I opened the door and invited her in she was taken aback to find no woman in the house.

I explained that I had no wife and she didn’t express any feelings one way or the other.

I finished my coffee while making small talk about school and such but I could see she was wanting to get to her chores. As she mounted one of the mares to exercise her I couldn’t take my eyes off her tiny waist and cute rear. Her many chores kept her out of sight for which I was grateful in a way.

It was about graduation day for Gretchen when I noticed just a hint of a change in her behavior. She seemed to need ne around close to her but was very subtle about it. Being thirty eight years of age and her only eighteen I was very cautious and knew I could be seen as a father figure by this lovely young lady which could also mean trouble.

“You know Dan, that one of the reasons I wanted to work here was to learn all about horses,”she said one morning.
I replied, “Yes Gretchen don’t you think you’re learning fast enough?”

“Well Dan every time you are breeding one of the mares, you send me home and I think I should observe and learn all about that.”

“Alright Gretchen, I’ll keep that in mind.”

I stopped in town and talked to her dad about it and he said,”Hell, she’s old enough to handle it, so let her observe.”

The next mating would be soon for a young filly was showing signs of heat and would be bred to Kelso II, a large older stallion.

I advised Getchen that it would probably be around noon the next day when the filly would need settling. I had Gretchen put the filly in the breeding stanchion and set the head lock. She was in full heat when the stallion was placed in the stall behind her and the close proximity caused a good deal of excitement.

The filly’s head was swinging around because she was afraid of the stallion and he was sniffing and trying to get to the filly’s ass.

I kept him waiting for some time and Gretchen seemed to be obsessed with the huge penis on the stallion. She just couldn’t seem to take her eyes off it. After the filly pissed three or four times I slid the pole behind her heels so she was held firmly in place and couldn’t kick the stallion.

I told Gretchen she could open the gate for the stallion and she smiled as she watched the head of the huge penis become more firm. As she jumped out of the way she ended pretty much in my arms.

The big stallion reared as his fore legs lifted and moved forward over the filly’s rump and settled on the middle of her back. There they clamped tight and pulled the filly back to meet his immense lunge which buried two to three feet of his penis into her. A heavy grunt was heard from her as the air was driven out through her throat. The foregoing explanation is intended to explain some of why my sweet young wife (twenty years my junior)caused me to be so submissive.

We had gone through the breeding procedure perhaps ten times with no show of emotion when a cange came about and she always ended with her arms around me when the final lunge came.

Now, at thirty nine with a nineteen year old beauty wrapping her arms around me, could I resist? Not me. I kissed her and then kissed her again. After all we were in a barn used primarily for breeding purposes and there was no one else around.

I was cajoled, teased and felt up by this young temptress for an hour when she quoted her friends as having been spanked. “Why don’t you spank me, Dan, you know that I need it or are you afraid?” Much as I wanted to spank her bare ass, I resisted.

One year later we were married even though her father shook his head and told me thatI had better be a stayer and also that I’d better take charge right away.

Just back from a short honeymoon, we were in the barn with Kelso II breeding a mare when I was being felt up and then teased. After turning the horses into their holding pens, Gretchen wanted to know why other wives were being spanked and she never hadn’t even been slapped.

I pulled her into the tack room and shut the door. She was all smiles when I took off her shorts and slipped her pants off. After all a good spanking should be on a bare ass and especially one so cute. I put her over my knees with her hands held tight up just under her shoulder blades and her legs held down tightly by my right leg.

After about twenty hard smacks on her bottom I let her up expecting a tear or two but I got a smile and, “Do you call that a spanking?” When I bent to kiss her she licked my lips and said very sweetly, “Now will you give me a whipping?”

I had just what I needed here in the tack room, a broken bridle strap and plenty of leather thongs which I used to tie packs to saddles.

The thongs I used to tie Gretchens hands together up behind her back. She smiled and kissed me every time she got a chance, knowing that she was about to get whipped. I put her down on the old cot and felt up her thighs. Her skin was so smooth on the inside of her thighs that I was tempted to forget the whole thing but I knew that would disappoint her.

I couldn’t resist going all the way up those thighs and I was surprised to find that she was very wet. She was enjoying this like “foreplay” so there was no turning back.

After using my hand for a dozen good slaps on her ass and the inside of her thighs, I reached for the strap. Starting slow and easy I then put more effort into it. I knew that I was going to get some noise so I reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a clean cloth. Gretchen looked at me and smiled before I placed a thumb against her cheek and forced her mouth open while forcing the cloth into her mouth.

I then whipped her ass and legs so she could never say that she hadn’t been whipped. Many times the leather strap wrapped completely around her thigh.

For a long time she remained smug and defiant but I finally saw tears and knew she was reaching the breaking point. When she started thrashing about with her legs, I knew her spirit was broken and she needed loving care.

She was crying huge tears when I removed the gag and untied her but her arms wrapped around me and she said simply, “Thanks honey I don’t need any more.”

I really felt bad about the whipping but it didn’t seem to affect Gretchen any except that from about that time she was teasing me and it seemed it was to make me jealous. I must admit that she was keeping me excited and I never knew what to expect next. Sometimes she would get dressed up as though she was going out only to sit around and sometimes smile shyly at me. It was a tease but it made me extremely jealous just thinking about her going out without me.

When we got to bed it was kisses and whispers about anything that could humiliate me. One night it was about my being too old to handle her but the next time she was whispering about my size being inadequate for her. Also whispers about inadequate foreplay.

I was threatened with being relegated to serving her with my tongue which I didn’t mind but the whispers in my ear humiliated me. As soon as Gretchen has me so jealous that my knees are weak and my mouth is dry, she humiliates me. This is causing me to become so submissive that I would do anything for her.

Recently she has begun to approach me as though waiting for a kiss only to lightly and carefully slap my face. I know it is only to humiliate me but it also excites and I wouldn’t do anything to change it.

I have a lovely young wife and am the envy of every man in the county. They would all love to get between her legs. We spend a lot of time in the beeding barn and Gretchen is still so impressed with the stallions and the breeding activity.

I have been turned into a submissive horse breeder but I submit to Gretchen only.

 

by Danny

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