CaptR
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During our meal she nurses a tender bottom. Despite the body butter, "butt balm" as she calls it, there's still a bit of discomfort from the caning administered last night. I see trotting and posting on a horse with a choppy gait in her immediate future and when I suggest it she smiles and calls me the devil. Recent cheek trauma aside she'll go. She was born on a horse and nobody sits one better. Besides, she knows she looks damn good in riding pants and boots to which I can testify. Her vanity is at times deserved and forgiven.
Meal and pleasant conversation over and with the bulk of the clean up finished I go up to get my socks and her "leather jewelry" as she says. I hear the back door open and with a call "Mommy's boys" are back in grovelling for scraps in their bowls. Returning downstairs I set her "jewelery" on the table and pull her away from the dishwasher by the ponytail. Turning just her head with one arm wrapped around her waist I kiss her neck first. She tastes of salt from the sweat of the nights passion and pain. My hand cupping her chin she tilts her head back commanded by touch and the kiss takes us both back into the night. I feel myself getting aroused and lovely as it is....
This just won't do! it's entirely too romantic and there are horses restless in their stalls. A light smack on her tender spots and I take her to her knees as I sit in the kitchen chair. "Cuffs first please" I say. She hands them from the table one by one, eyes down until she's collared and cuffed for the day. Lifting her chin I kiss her lips and forehead marveling at the beauty in those brown eyes. "Up please! There's lots to do before leather meets buns!" Again she says smiling "You're the devil Sir!" I don't disagree. The dogs follow me into the mudroom whining and barking as I pull on my boots. They know we're going for a ride. It's funny that out of the English language dogs can pick out those words that excite them. Ride, treat, bird, squirrel. Mine practically turn themselves inside out with joy when "ride" and "car" are mentioned in the same sentence. Ride by itself, usually means running alongside horses while "ride in the car" suggests the vet or the beach. Both premier events for our Vizslas.
Horses saddled and tethered she comes out the door dressed in the beige pants I love seeing her in and surprisingly still wearing my old shirt although, I see she's added a sports bra. It's usually forbidden on the weekends but her ass will be taking punishment enough. Even the devil is capable of empathy. "Didn't take you long, did you shower?" "No Sir" came the reply "We're riding, I'd just have to take another after." I pull her close and smell her hair while kissing her cheek. Mmmmm my two favorite smells, sweat from her body and horses, both sweet on the morning air
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