HORSE
RANCH HELPER |
by
“Danny” |
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 that I 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.
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