The Riding School

How was your weekend?  The weather in most parts of the UK has been lovely. It's been feeling a little like Spring.

We were out driving Friday and came across a couple of girl horse riders, riding two abreast which was silly considering we were on a fairly narrow lane, very inconsiderate. I think you know what P's response was. Seeing them reminded me of a series I posted about a riding school which I thought my new readers would enjoy.

Interview with the Riding Master...

The school is immaculately kept. Tree-lined drive, fields to either side, glimpses of girls on ponies, somebody jumping over piles of white polystyrene bricks, it’s 7.50 am Saturday, they’re obviously enthusiastic, my appointment is for 8.00 am sharp.

I’m sitting in a comfortable office, there’s a window to the corridor, a couple of women walk past, one looks in and seeing me nods. Friendly. At 8.00 the owner, Pieter van Eyck, walks into the room and strides towards me, hand outstretched, confident, warm smile, we introduce ourselves and he offers me coffee. I start the interview while he’s pouring from a jug on a corner table.

So, Pieter, tell me about how you came to take over the school.
You can call me Mr van Eyck, I think we’ll both be more comfortable with that.

Sorry, of course. Is that what the girls call you?
That and Sir. Now about the school, I’m sure you want a little bit of the background but I think we both know your story is likely to focus on other aspects. Anyway I took over nearly three years ago after the previous owners put it on the market to retire, it was pretty run down but the area is good and I liked it immediately. A deal was agreed after a few days and within a month I’d started reorganising and refurbishing.

According to reports your membership is over subscribed and there’s a waiting list, what was it like in the early days.
I can tell you exactly, there were 43 members when I took charge and within a week over half of them left. I’m pleased to say that new members took their places quickly enough and we soon recovered and increased membership. The current tally is 102 and we can’t take any more until we get more instructors. We have quite a list of applicants I'm proud to say.

What do you put it down to.
Htt that’s an easy one. Excellent standards and good discipline, the members have pride in what they do and the standards they achieve, just look around the walls at the awards. Htt it speaks for itself.

He uses ‘Htt’ a lot, I don’t know if its an affliction or normal speech in his country.

And the good discipline?
I knew that wouldn’t be far down your list. Htt well it’s been wrongly reported that the school is a cover for exotic goings on but I can assure you that is far from the truth. I do have very high standards of discipline in all matters, personal business and leisure. To achieve and compete successfully a person needs discipline, I help members attain that.

Tell me how.
I make rules. They are always sensible, fair and imposed for good reasons. If a girl breaks those rules she is disciplined, the discipline can take many forms but most normally it's corporal as that seems to be the most effective.

I noticed you said ' if a girl breaks the rules', does that mean you don't have male members and when you say corporal you do mean physical admonishment, could you please clarify that.
Htt. It's plain enough, I don't exclude male membership but the overwhelming demand comes from women. As for 'corporal', in plain words I spank them.

How, can you describe how you would do that.
Well I'm sure you know what a spanking is, childhood days and all that. I'm dealing with adult girls here of course and my spankings take that into account as well as the offence and frequency, a typical spanking will be carried out with a cane or riding crop, occasionally a strap. The recipient is always treated respectfully, never unclothed and there is never any sexual interaction if that was going to be your next question.

I'm disarmed by the frankness of his answer. I feel awkward.

I notice some of the photos on the wall have girls in tight pants, some are holding whips provocatively, one has a girl whose wrists seem to be tied behind her back. Can you explain them?
Of course. The correct attire for riding includes jodhpurs which are often worn tight fitting, some of the girls perhaps like to display their attributes more than others and that's up to them, as for the whips well there has always been innuendo attached to riding crops and whips, they do tend to look provocative in the hands of an attractive person but that's about as far as it goes.

And the girl with her wrists tied?
Htt. I can tell you precisely, that is Joanna, the photo was taken about a week ago after she'd been caned for an offence I won't go into, the photo serves a a reminder and warning against further infractions. The reason for the tied wrists is frankly that Joanna has been known to gratify herself after previous punishments, I mean gratify herself in a sexual way you understand. I will not have that kind of behaviour so her wrists were restrained, not in an unkind way, but to prevent her gaining satisfaction.

I notice she seems to be rubbing her bottom?
My dear, if you had just been caned for the offence Joanna had committed you too would be rubbing your bottom, I can assure you, and deservedly so.

I feel my face flush, I'm temporarily lost for words. Mr van Eyck interjects.

I'll send you some of the photos, I know pictures make a story more colourful. If you want to get an in depth perspective on the school why don't you attend a few sessions, I can grant you temporary membership, you'll see what goes on first hand. You do ride don't you?

I have ridden years ago but badly.
Htt. We'll soon change that, why don't you give it some thought, just call me. Now I really must got, I have a class in ten minutes and some preparation to do.

He hands me his card with his mobile number and he's away. I see him stride along the corridor through the window, a woman comes to show me out, she's the one who nodded to me earlier. She asks me if I'll be joining them, I tell her I'm thinking about it and leave. I haven't learned enough, my editor will want more, I feel in my bag to make sure I tucked his card away safely.

Thanks for reading. I'll post the second and third part in the coming weeks.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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Just because

I like the picture.

Is it really only Wednesday? Roll on the weekend.

Ronnie

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Let me know if the picture is yours.

Feel free to whip her...

You remember the post I made referring to, ahem, crops, saddles, stables and the like. 

Well Michael kindly left a link to a Cotswold stables/guest house which looks lovely and just the sort of place I love especially out of summer when there's a roaring log fire in the hearth. I sent the link to my husband, well you never know, his reply was:-

Saw the subject and wondered what you'd found but they're not offering any kinky pursuits on their website, not that I could see. 

Maybe I should email the owner and ask her if she could accommodate a trainee for a few days, no experience but wiling to work free in a stables environment, mucking out, cleaning tack, polishing boots for the riders, rubbing the horses down after rides, that sort of thing.

And of course........find her a pair of old tight fitting jodhpurs to wear, must look the part.......and feel free to whip her if she doesn't shape up.......let the gentlemen whip her too if she doesn't shine their boots well enough or toady up enough. 

Might get accommodation thrown in free maybe even breakfast included, what do you think? 

Very funny, P, I replied, I'd just thought to put the idea in case you might fancy a night or two away come Autumn, it does look quite charming.

Oh is that all. Boring, said my husband.

Ah well, perhaps I'll remind him when the weather gets cooler. And I'll pop some jodhpurs on for good measure.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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Discount Jodhpurs

I shall be popping into my nearest Aldi this weekend, apparently they are targeting the 'horsey set' as the Daily Mail headline puts it. They are launching their own cut-price equestrian clothing range to kit out horse riders for no more than £50 (god, I'm sure I paid more than that for just jodhpurs in the past). They don't say whether their range will include ancillaries such as crops or whips.

Equestrian Life magazine editor Zoe Molesworth described Aldi's move as 'fantastic' and added 'Riding, whether for competition or leisure, is at an all time high in the UK'.  I wonder if leisure would broadly include my particular interest.

It occurred to me Aldi is German owned, right, so they're bound to be decent quality. And as for crops well German riding instructors are noted for their strictness aren't they 

or have I just been having dreams again.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Picture from British Spanking Mags.

Planned Spanking

Talking with Hermione and Zelle about dressage tickets for the London 2012 Olympics (I have applied for tickets and for the 100m and 200m events so keeping fingers crossed) I remembered I'd hadn't shown P my new jodhpurs, I mean why buy them and then not wear them and why wear them and not get spanked in them ('What about riding in them' did I hear someone say? - you're kidding not know of course.)

So while he was at work on Saturday I tried them on with boots my white blouse and took a look in the mirror. Yep good fit, I thought, in fact I would like to wear them out somewhere and if P would be kind enough to accompany me to one of the nice country pubs in Staffs or Warks one of the days I'm sure I wouldn't feel out of place but as for mooching around our local town in them I think not. I'm sure I spent more time at the mirror than I would to go out to a posh dinner, I swapped my knickers for a thong (I don't like them but I do have some and it took away the pantyline) and removed my bra.

I wouldn't do that for a country pub trip of course but a trip across my husband's lap was another matter. Touch of lipstick, which again I'm not big on but I do keep a few and one pillar box red in particular (do riders wears lipstick? - I've no idea but I can assure you this slutty pretend one does). It was about half an hour from when P normally gets home on Saturdays, I could hardly wait. I fished out our riding crops, yes that's plural, we have two, one in black braided leather and the other mauve with a black handle and flapper. I chose the black one and was about to walk downstairs with it when I thought 'No, hold on, do I want it down in the lounge with me or do I want to made to go and fetch it?' I decided the latter and left it on the bed.

Downstairs I retrieved some used cups and a plate from the dishwasher (I don't switch on till it's full, green to the core) and scattered them around, displaced a few cushions, poured a tiny drop of red wine into a glass and smudged lipstick onto the rim, thought about actually drinking some to get it on my breath but couldn't quite manage that, I don't drink day times except at weddings and occasionally Sunday lunch if we're out. That was about it, I was mentally preparing a few flippant answers as to why the attire, why the messy state of the lounge, why the wine etc, about five minutes I reckoned, my backside was beginning to tingle, I played with my imagined answers as the minutes ticked by, flippant was OK but a bit of sauce was needed too, in fact a bit of attitude would go down well, yes I could manage that no problem. I hoped my rear could cope with what my scheming brain was setting it up for.

Ten minutes after P's normal arrival time I was getting anxious, pacing around, about to phone him when I heard a car on the drive, I went to the door and peeped through one of the little fan shaped windows, there were two people in his car. P got out and went to the boot and his mother got out the passenger side. Shit shit bloody shit! I was up those stairs two at a time and I can tell you my lovely riding gear came off a damn site quicker than it went on. I heard the front door open as I was pulling on my jeans, t shirt nearest to hand, slippers, about to go down when I remembered I didn't have a bra on so back the bedroom and a good job I did because I caught sight of myself in the mirror and realised I still had the ghastly red lipstick on. I got it off as best I could, straightened myself in the mirror, took a deep breath, calm. Right, here goes, offer his mom a cup of coffee, chat about the neighbourhood thugs (8-year-olds who accidentally let paper airplanes fly into her garden) and arthritis and bad nights sleep and such, bit of a letdown when by rights I really should be getting my comeuppance.

When I got downstairs, she'd already made coffee and a tea. She'd also cleared away the cups and my wine glass and straightened the cushions before sitting down. God she must have thought what a lazy good for nothing her son had landed. P was in the garage unloading some stuff from the car, it was several more minutes before he came in and went up to change. When he came down he smiled at me, I'd left my riding gear and the crop in a bundle on the bed.

I'd completely forgotten P had promised to take his mother to get some plants from the garden centre. They hadn't been yet, thought I might like to go with them. Oh sure, that would be lovely. I did go, didn't buy anything, P's mom bought enough for the neighbourhood. I kept seeing canes everywhere, life isn't fair sometimes.

Ronnie

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Pert Bottoms in the Saddle

Sunday morning woke late, it was almost 8am, warm and comfy, no probs sleeping in a strange bed.

Last night had been great fun playing Wii games most of the night with P's mom and family who we were staying with. I'd been a tad overly chirpy apparently, induced by wine according to P, dancing around mildy provocatively, pushing my best feature (he says) in P's direction while playing tennis, even my golf swings caused me to practically fall into his lap. We'd all gone to bed tired, happy, perhaps a bit tidily, I'd flopped under the duvet naked, usually I wear knickers or sometimes pj's if it's really cold.

Its late said P, they'll all be up before us, but I couldn't hear any activity going on. You showering first? he asked. Nnnnn.. I snuggled closer to him, I know what I'd like to do. No chance of that, he said, too much noise and besides you were a naughty girl last night, as his hand brushed against my thigh and lingered as he realised I was naked. Naughty girls get spanked, but that's too noisy as well, his hand caressing its way across the front of my thigh, tickly, slow, sensitive. I ought to be giving you a taste of what someone should have have given those two girls yesterday afternoon, they were decidedly naughty too. What on earth...? I asked wondering where he was going but happy to indulge him as long as his hand kept working away. You remember, the two riders who held us and several other cars in a queue for at least 10 minutes on the lanes.

(I did remember, they were riding two abreast which was quite ridiculous, then when they got into single file they weren't controlling their ponies properly, then they ignored a couple of pull-ins where they could easily have took a break and let some traffic pass....we'd had to put up with their pert bottoms jiggling along in time with their ponies well groomed flanks for almost a mile. Arrogant backsides, which would benefit from a taste of their own riding crops, P had said at the time).

Oh those two girls, I said, and would you be meting out this taste of the riding crop by any chance? You can be sure of it, said P, I'd have them return to their stables, unsaddle and rub down their ponies, then have each one in turn sit on one of the saddles and bend right forward as far as they could stretching their jodhpurs tight across their bums.......his hand's working its way between my legs now..... And I'd teach them some road manners. Ooh and how exactly would you do that? ....his hand has discovered my wetness now.........I'd bring the crop down across their bottoms. Hard............his fingers are kneading my mound........How hard? I enquire with indecent interest......... Hard enough to teach the naughty madams to be more respectful......I didn't hear any more because his head went under the duvet and his mouth took over from his fingers, and I started coming and bunched the pillow into my mouth to muffle my cry........I came, it was unexpected, it felt naughty and it was delicious.

Then we definitely did hear noises people moving about, P went for a shower. I lay a few minutes longer, thinking about those naughty riders and wondering impossibly if we had room for a pony.

Driving back home in the afternoon sunshine the lanes were uncluttered, perhaps someone had taken those two girls to hand after all, I mused.

It was a lovely weekend.

Ronnie
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