Trained with the Horse and the Cane
Photo-story from Uniform Girls 44 featuring two of the lovely Cheek-to-Cheek actresses, Jane Williams & Louise Wilshire.
Mr Stangate softly stroking Sophie’s bottom. As she stood
leaning against the vaulting horse in his large, airy exercise room. Mr
Stangate’s hand stroking the bare cheeks. Sophie is wearing a brief
body-stocking in a colourful abstract pattern plus gym shoes, and the pretty
body-stocking leaves most of her bottom bare. Mr Stangate’s fingers slide under
and inside to the sensitive flesh at the very top of Sophie’s inner thigh. She
shivered.
‘Donna, wasn’t that her name?’ Mr Stangate asked evenly.
Sophie uttered a sibilant Yes. Mr Stangate meant the
pretty blonde girl who with her parents had just moved into the house which had
been for sale in the next street to Sophie. Donna Sinclair her name was, very
pretty and with a lovely figure. Though in neither respect any more striking
than Sophie Michell (who was in contrast brunette).
Mr Stangate was careful to make this point when referring
to the new girl. He would like her to come to him for ballet and gym sessions,
as Sophie did. And he wanted Sophie to arrange this, but didn’t want her to
think this Donna might displace herself.
Sophie didn’t feel that. For one thing the training
sessions with Mr Stangate were sometimes a bit much to take. When he used his
cane for instance. And other things as well. If another girl were also coming
to see Mr Stangate’s his interest in the cane (and the other things) would
presumably be sort of diluted, it wouldn’t all be concentrated on Sophie.
So Sophie wasn’t particularly reluctant for Donna to get involved — except if there was another girl there would maybe be more chance of someone finding out. About the caning and the other things. But that was really more Mr Stangate’s problem than Sophie’s. Well actually it was Sophie’s as well; it would be ultra-embarrassing to say the least if her mother found out. Or her boyfriend Rick… or indeed anyone.
She gave a little whimper. Mr Stangate’s hand had pulled
open the body-stocking’s velcro fastening between her legs. Her hands gripped
harder on the top of the horse, as Mr Stangate stroked what he had uncovered.
But Sophie didn’t try to stop him. Her thighs remained slackly parted. In fact
she let them part a little further so there was no impediment to the hand.
Mr Stangate was continuing to talk, which was distracting.
She would rather he did what he was doing with his hand or talk,
but not both at the same time. If someone was playing with your pussy in a
highly pleasurable and expert manner you didn’t want to have to try and
concentrate on what he was saying at the same time. But if you didn’t concentrate
at least to a certain extent and didn’t know what he was saying… Mr Stangate
was liable to decide that a session with the cane was called for. A girl had to
show some discipline.
What he was talking about as he played with Sophie’s now wet pussy, was that Donna. Had Sophie spoken to her yet and what had she said? What had Donna said? Sophie’s replies were not too helpful. And became indeed none too coherent. As her pussy became more aroused by the expert manipulations. She was in fact coming up to an orgasm. Quite fast — because Sophie under expert manipulation had a short fuse. She couldn’t stop it coming but it was making her concentration go. The thing was, she told herself a little frantically, to come — and quickly. And then when it was over and she could concentrate again and hope Mr Stangate’s hadn’t noticed that for those intervening moments (minutes?) her mind had been a complete blank.
It didn’t quite work though. As she came down, shuddering,
from the heady heights there was Mr Stangate’s voice now coming through loud
and crystal clear.
‘Sometimes your mind is a complete blank Sophie darling.’
His hand gave her quivering bottom a sharp slap. ‘Sometimes
I might as well be talking to a brick wall!’
She tried to protest that it wasn’t fair, he
couldn’t expect a girl to concentrate on every word when he
was doing that. But not protesting too vehemently because that could simply
result in a worse caning. A girl had to show discipline, not be
ranting and raving. So really…
Yes. It was going to be a caning. Christ! A
caning was particularly devastating to the system when you had just come. When
you were in that state of shivery vulnerability. The cane zipping in on your
bare bottom could then be mind-blowing, even if in theory Mr
Stangate wasn’t doing it hard.
‘Come on.’ He was tucking the loose ends of her opened
body-stocking in at the waist. So that everything below Sophie’s waist was
quite bare. ‘Bend yourself over the horse. Four shall we say’? Four won’t be a
problem. Mmm… I wonder if that Donna has been caned at all yet. It would be
nice to give her her first. And perhaps… you could watch. Wouldn’t that be
nice? A big turn-on? Sophie dear.’
But Sophie was in no state of mind to contemplate such a
possibility. Not when her own shapely and at this moment highly-sensitised
bottom was about to receive the shocking kiss of Mr Stangate’s whippy cane. No.
No way…
----//----
Donna hadn’t been caned. Certainly not. She probably had
never dreamt of being caned, Sophie guessed. So she would have
to tread warily. But there was an angle. The financial one. The same one which
had got Sophie herself involved with Mr Stangate.
Mr Stangate was a bona fide gym and
ballet instructor, with certificates to prove it. The certificates said nothing
about using the cane of course, or those other certain practices that Mr
Stangate was keen on. But a girl’s mother didn’t know about any of that stuff.
All she knew was that here was a very respectable-looking and properly
qualified instructor of what were most desirable attainments for a teenage
girl. Imparting poise and self-confidence — and also taking up time which might
otherwise be spent hanging about with undesirable youths. Youths who would
undoubtedly be persuading her to indulge in various activities which it was
better not to think about — but up to and including full sexual intercourse.
So the thought of reliable Mr Stangate and his gym and ballet was most attractive. A sensible mother would pay out good money to obtain Mr Stangate’s services, as Sophie’s mother had. But then Mr Stangate made it clear to Sophie that he didn’t really want the money. So why didn’t she have it? On the quiet. Yes why not? She could keep it and nothing said. Week after week. All Mr Stangate wanted in exchange was a complaisant attitude to his little foibles. The cane… and those other things.
Sophie after just a little thought had been happy to
agree. A girl can always use some extra pocket money, and it wasn’t really cheating
her mother. No, Sophie was just being paid for what Mr Stangate wanted. Though
it was true that at the time she hadn’t fully appreciated what was involved. Mr
Stangate, she could recall, had mentioned only playful little taps with a cane.
And it didn’t do any good now to protest, to remind him of that, not if you
didn’t want it even harder… But those sums of money, her mother’s
weekly four-pound payments, did mount up in a most satisfying
way and took a lot out of the sting out of the cane.
Yes that had to be the angle with Donna. The same one. The
only thing was: would she go for it? She might, well, think it was mercenary or
something. Even though it was clearly just a sensible business arrangement.
----//----
The first thing of course was to get to know this new
Donna properly. To get on intimate terms you might say? Donna was extremely
attractive and seemed nice and Sophie rather felt like getting on close terms
anyway, even if it wasn’t for Mr Stangate’s benefit. So she invited her round after
school and they had a very nice discussion about a whole lot of things.
Including boys. Donna had a boyfriend back where they came from which was the
other side of the country, which meant she wasn’t going to see him a whole lot.
That was sad for Donna (no doubt for her boyfriend too!) but good for Sophie.
Poor Donna was going to feel deprived.
Right at the start of the second visit, which was the very
next afternoon, Sophie steered the discussion firmly onto the subject of
boyfriends. Things a girl might like to do with her boyfriend. With her hand
somehow slipping onto Donna’s knee as they sat quite close together on the
sofa. ‘French- kissing?’ she asked with a nervously excited laugh. ‘Isn’t it
really swoony!’
Giggling she lightly kissed Donna on the mouth. Her tongue briefly pushed in between Donna’s lips. At the same time Sophie’s hand slid up the other girl’s warm thigh. Without the benefit of her boyfriend now for perhaps two weeks, Donna was breathing heavily. Sophie’s instincts told her to go right ahead. She repeated the kiss, this time her tongue pushing boldly in. And her hand went on up, between Donna’s slackly parted thighs. Donna shuddered as the hand reached her pussy. The hot flesh enclosed in tight knickers. Sophie, murmuring greedily, commenced to stroke her slit which was already getting wet.
Afterwards the shocked and emotional Donna stuttered that
she had never done it before. Not with a girl. Sophie quickly assured her that
she also had never really done it before either. But it had
been so good she felt like doing it again right away.
Donna weakly pushed her off. Sophie didn’t persist. Just
an affectionate arm round her new close friend. As now she went on to tell her
about Mr Stangate’s. Sophie had just mentioned him before, but now produced a
detailed and enthusiastic version. Though of course not with all the
details.
Donna said she would speak to her mother, right away.
Though she hadn’t really done anything much of that sort of thing. Not
recently. Not since she was very small when she had had ballet lessons.
I’m really a bit big for ballet now,’ Donna said, her head
still buzzing from that heady business five minutes earlier when Sophie had
brought her off. And of course she was a big girl.
Sophie said, ‘No, you’re definitely not too big.’ With the
knowledge of Mr Stangate’s admiration for Donna’s tall and shapely but full
figure. ‘No way!’
She reached to take hold of one of Donna’s lovely big
boobs. Sophie really did feel like a repeat now.
----//----
Mr Stangate was in a highly elevated mood when he next saw
Sophie He had just had a phone call from Donna’s mother asking if he could
possibly fit her in. He had replied that yes, he thought he might! Yes, his
usual charges, the same as Sophie Michell — though the truth was that he would
have happily paid that sum to Mrs Sinclair, and double or triple it, to have
her darling daughter in his hands. Yes, he could fit her in the very next day
for a first session.
And now here was Sophie, who had procured this new lovely
for him. What could he say? Or do? Do was more like it, although Mr Stangate
was profuse in his gratitude. But do because he was in a highly elevated and
excited state. His penis for one thing was quiveringly stiff and erect — at the
prospect of that lovely Donna! But here was lovely Sophie and he certainly also
felt a very strong urge to do something to her.
His cane of course for one thing. Excitement, especially
of a sexual nature, always brought out in Mr Stangate the strong desire for
some action with his cane. But also too that stiffly quivering part of his
person. That too was insisting that it see some action.
All of this might seem unfortunate for Sophie, when she had successfully accomplished the ensnarement of lovely Donna. She certainly was not keen on the cane, because it always really hurt. And she was not keen on that other either. Because… well, she just wasn’t keen on it. But she could see from the look in Mr Stangate’s eye, not to mention that bulge in his trousers, that she was in for something.
Sophie had changed into her body-stocking and gym shoes.
Now as she stood against the horse Mr Stangate did what he usually did, as a
preliminary to further action. It was something he presumably would not do with
Donna on her very first day — but no doubt as soon as possible thereafter.
Sliding his hand between Sophie’s legs for a friendly fondle at her pussy — and
then pulling open the velcro fastening there. To expose Sophie’s cunt.
She gave a whimpering yelp, as his fingers slid inside.
Sophie liked having it played with. It was just what usually came afterwards
she wasn’t so keen on. Mr Stangate was turning her to face the horse. She leant
over it, parting her legs. Offering herself for more extended fondling. Mr
Stangate’s fingers working in between the so-sensitive lips at her quickly
hardening clit. Yes Sophie really liked it. Churning her hips. But…
Shortly — much, much too shortly — she was up on the
horse. With the opened part of her body-stocking tucked well up out of the way.
Leaning on her forearms. With her legs spread. Everything blatantly exposed.
But that wasn’t so much the problem. The problem was what was in Mr Stangate’s
hand now. His cane!
She let out a shuddering gasp as the first stroke whipped
in. Trying to contain the pain as it throbbed out from her stricken cheeks. Mr
Stangate had said only four. She could take four couldn’t she? Just about. And
then the other. Which although she wasn’t at all keen on wasn’t as
bad as the bloody cane!
----//----
No it wasn’t as bad, was it? And it really wasn’t —
although she would rather not be doing it. Kneeling in front of Mr Stangate as
he leant with his back against the horse, his arms comfortably resting on its
leather top and making appreciative little grunts. As Sophie sucked him.
As she did there flicked into her head the thought… of
Donna doing this. Sweet and innocent Donna who had never been brought off by a
girl before. Who apparently was not all that happy about letting boyfriend
Martin get his hand on her cunt. She liked it, but felt awfully guilty. Or so
she said. Well it wouldn’t be too long now… before she would be doing this. Mr
Stangate’s big stiff one in her mouth. Presumably. Because Mr Stangate’s would
certainly want it. And when he wanted something Mr Stangate didn’t hang about.
He just moved in for it.
That thought, of Donna, was really quite arousing. Sophie’s
free hand, the one not holding the thick hot stalk of Mr Stangate’s member,
slipped down between her thighs. Her bottom was still stinging but not too
desperately. And what she was doing to Mr Stangate wasn’t so bad, it was in
fact really quite a turn-on… if you thought of Donna having to do it.
----//----
Donna came to Mr Stangate’s the next afternoon for her
first session. Sophie came along as well although it wasn’t her regular afternoon,
to give Donna a bit more confidence. Not that Donna was really shy — but she
was a bit embarrassed about this new body-stocking she would be wearing for the
first time. And wearing it of course in front of Mr Stangate.
Donna had gone with Sophie to buy it, otherwise she wouldn’t
have got anything so revealing. It was black (Mr Stangate had told Sophie he
would like Donna in black, although she didn’t know this) and of course cut
like Sophie’s. Cut high at the sides virtually to the waist. So that a girl’s
bottom was to all intents and purposes bare. And in front brief enough to
reveal pussy hair. The sides of a girl’s bush. Sophie told Donna that wasn’t a
problem, just get a pair of scissors and clip the sides.
So, in this rather blush-making outfit, it was certainly
nice to have Sophie come along too. Sophie in that multi-coloured one which
also revealed virtually the whole of her bottom. And in front as well, Donna
couldn’t help noticing, the clearly delineated line of Sophie’s slit! Was her
own also showing like that?
Mr Stangate was looking. At everything.
At all of her. But… you had to expect that. Otherwise, though, he did seem
friendly. Nice. As Sophie had assured her. Smiling a nice smile. As he looked
of course. As he told her to stand up straight. Chin high, shoulders back. Good
posture. Then he wanted to see her up on the horse. Sophie would show her.
Sophie, grinning, got up on the horse. Lying on her back.
Her legs straight up in the air. Then slowly opening them.
----//----
The cane was mentioned on the very next visit. With Sophie
again present for reassurance. And laughingly confirming that she did indeed
accept the jokey little taps with the cane that Mr Stangate had now mentioned.
And also financial matters, they were now broached too. The confidential little
arrangement that Sophie had. Because Mr Stangate really wasn’t bothered about
getting payment for a girl he liked. He was quite happy to see her for free.
Donna looked dubious. As if she had not quite understood.
Thinking about it, and then a hesitant question. If Mr Stangate didn’t require
payment why was he charging her mother?
Yes that might appear odd. Sophie jumped in, with another
breathy little laugh. ‘It’s a reward Donna. Mr Stangate will give it to you if
you’ve worked hard. So… it’s really yours, not your mother’s. And you get to
keep it.’
This was very helpful of Sophie. ‘Precisely,’ Mr Stangate
confirmed.
‘So… does your mother know?’ the still somewhat confused
Donna wondered.
‘No,’ Sophie said firmly. ‘Well she might think she should
have it back. But we’re the ones who get…’ She was about to say ‘get caned for
it,’ but just stopped herself in time. ‘I mean we have to work for it. Don’t
we?’
----//----
Things developed quite rapidly from that point. After
Donna had her first playful taps with the cane and had also hesitantly accepted
that first two pounds, the cane taps became not what you would really call
playful. They hurt. But you were soon stuck with it, because for
one thing the money mounted up. Visiting Mr Stangate twice a week, and if you
spent it as you did tend to, well you were stuck. You couldn’t decide you
wanted to stop because you would have to tell your mother you had been taking
that money and had spent it.
Yes you were stuck, and the caning was getting more
painful. There was the other too: Mr Stangate’s hands. They liked to do quite a
lot of handling of a girl’s body in the course of putting her through her
paces. He hadn’t done it at the beginning of course. But now he certainly did.
And… intimate parts. A girl’s boobs, and bottom. Her bottom which in that
skimpy body-stocking was virtually bare.
‘It’s not anything to really worry about, is it?’ Sophie
said when Donna complained.
And then the big thing. After only three weeks. Both of
them together and Mr Stangate said. ‘Really I don’t think either of you is
trying very hard today. I think we need something to smarten both of you up. I
think I’m going to cane your bare bottoms’
Sophie gave a little yelp of alarm — but didn’t in fact seem too concerned. More excited in fact — which she was. She had been waiting for this. Donna’s face had a disbelieving look. Could he mean it?
Yes. It was Sophie first of course. Going meekly to the
horse and bending face-down over it. Parting her legs… to allow Mr Stangate’s
hand to slide between them. The hand fiddling about there, and then Sophie’s
body-stocking was open. He had pulled it open at her crotch.
The garment was open, but Mr Stangate’s hand seemed in no
hurry to come away. It was still in there. At Sophie’s pussy!
She gave a little squeal, and wriggled her bare hips.
After a bit Mr Stangate’s did take his hand away. In a
business-like manner he now tucked Sophie’s body-stocking up at her waist. So
that her whole bottom was completely bare. Then he caned her. Four quite hard
strokes.
‘Now Donna,’ Mr Stangate said as Sophie moved away from
the horse, red-faced and rubbing her sore bum.
‘No!’ she yelped. ‘No! You can’t… do that …’
But Mr Stangate could. With an excited Sophie helping.
Holding Donna down over the horse as she struggled. Hissing in her ear, ‘Don’t
be silly! Just keep still!’
Mr Stangate’s hand was between Donna’s legs. Which were
kicking and writhing but to no avail. He pulled open the velcro, and his hand
was shockingly there. At her pussy. At the soft brown curls and the wetness.
----//----
‘It’s nothing to get excited about. It’s nothing really’
Sophie said.
An hour later and they were back at Sophie’s house, in her
room and sitting on the bed. Donna was still going on about it. Saying she wasn’t
going to Mr Stangate’s any more — but in fact unhappily aware she didn’t have
much choice.
‘Once you get used to it, it’s really a bit of a turn-on.
Having his hand at you. You’ll see.’
Donna gave a desperate screeching wail at the awfulness of
this thought.
‘Come on!’ Sophie pushed Donna down on the bed. And slid
her hand up to where Mr Stangate’s had been. At Donna’s pussy. Donna tried to
push the hand away, but only half-heartedly. She thought she was going to cry,
as she had earlier at Mr Stangate’s.
Sophie was thinking of other things. Even more exciting than what had happened this afternoon, although it had been really swoony. Other things, which she didn’t really like doing herself. But the thought of Donna having to do them…
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