I was in the kitchen when Julia’s car pulled up outside. She called out for Jasmine to lend a hand as she opened the kitchen door.  ‘Jasmine’s out for a walk. A long walk,’ I said. ‘Won’t be back for ages. I’ll help.’ Soon we were busy stashing the goodies away. We didn’t say much as we did it, just worked together efficiently. As if we’d been married for years. I pulled out a long wooden board from one of the bags, perha...

‘I think you should give Jasmine a taste of this.’ The ‘this’ was my cock, which Julia was stroking lovingly, preparatory to taking in her mouth. She was on her knees, straddling my legs. We were in bed, and it was around 8 o’clock in the morning, week six of the lockdown. We had settled into a routine; Jasmine’s behaviour had improved hugely since her mother had thrashed her backside so severely when she’d come home unex...

Julia didn’t let go of my hand. She looked calmly at her daughter. ‘Jasmine. We weren’t expecting you. Why aren’t you at university?’  ‘University’s closed for face to face teaching. Everything’s online. Everyone’s gone home. It’s really boring there now. Bob gave me a lift.’ Bob was her latest boyfriend. Julia stood and led her out, to the drawing-room. They were in there for about ten minutes. I ate some food, drank som...

And then the world changed. I’d been aware of the pandemic, had followed it in the news, but hadn’t given it much thought. It didn’t, as far as I’d heard, transfer to horses after all. The morning the lockdown was meant to start I was in the yard, grooming Rosie, when my mobile rang. ‘Good morning, John,’ said Julia into my ear. ‘Could you come up to the house please, I need to talk to you.’ I hadn’t seen Julia in a few d...

The very night Jasmine left I was cleaning away my tea things when I heard a knock on my kitchen door. Julia was wearing her full riding gear: tight riding breeches, white top demurely buttoned to the chin, red hair tied back in a severe ponytail (did I mention her hair? Glossy, a beautiful auburn red. I knew now, from experience, that it was her natural colour.) ‘Just had the most exhilarating ride on Bullet,’ she said....

It was Easter, and Jasmine, the nineteen-year-old daughter of the household, was home for the holidays. She had always been wilful, another word for spoilt. Partly, I thought because her father had left the family home years before and her mother didn’t know how to deal with her. I was ten years older than Jasmine and had known her since she started riding when she was five and I was a stable lad. Our upbringings had been...

It was the third time I’d tried this, and I had decided it was going to be the last. I felt pretty silly, riding the subway with an old leather slipper on my knee. But then she sat down opposite me. Slim, youngish, attractive, with a slightly upturned nose, brown hair tied back in a ponytail. I noticed this after I noticed her eyes. Green, lively, intelligent. Interested.  I saw her checking out the slipper, then the numb...

In bed that night, I moved around until I got comfortable. Jeff and I had had a short session with a short, whippy cane, which had been fun. I was paying for it now, though. I thought of Rayanne's reaction to Jeff's slipper. I wondered what had happened to mum's old size fourteen. As I drifted off to sleep, remembering those happy, carefree days, I resolved to pay mum a visit; I hadn't seen her for a while, and our relati...

The young woman at the desk looked up and smiled as I made my way to the bar to wait for Rayanne. I had been coming to the Rouge on Saturday mornings for six weeks and had a surprise in my shoulder bag along with my swim gear. But then she held up a hand. 'One moment, please, madame.' She crossed the reception area to meet me. 'Miss Rayanne asked me to show you to the private elevator, madame.' Surprised, I followed her t...

Firmly attached to what I now knew to call the whipping frame, Jeff was a sight to behold. A padded cushion at waist height made his bum protrude invitingly, and with his legs separately attached to ankle restraints and his wrists to the leather cuffs above his head, he was helpless and stretched tight. Then I discovered the remote control. A series of little pictures told me what each button was for. I moved his feet apa...

I was woken by a steady pressure on my arm, pulling it gently upwards, above my head. I tried to turn, found I couldn't. As consciousness returned I realised I was face down on the edge of the mattress, both arms pulled above my head, secured by a single cuff and cord to a bedpost. My legs were likewise held together, attached to the post at the foot of the bed. 'Good morning Princess,' came a voice I knew well. 'How was...

After great sex, everything seems sharper, more alive. We locked our gaze; sometimes he seems to look into my soul. Slowly, I unlocked my legs from around his waist. He withdrew just as slowly. I gave a satisfied sigh and stretched my legs towards the ceiling,admiring the sheen silk stockings gave. I had just been soundly spanked and fucked. My bottom was sore and I was in a special hotel with a special someone. I was hap...

Hotel Rouge was everything its website promised - intimate, discreet and luxurious. There was no check-in desk, just a table in the richly decorated hall, where the young woman who materialised as soon as I came in noted my name, took a tasseled key from a drawer and picked up my bag. I couldn't help watching the seductive rotation of her marvellously rounded bottom on the way upstairs - the tight skirt showed it off to p...

That Saturday morning I had to get away, so called a friend and arranged a game of squash at the club. Anything to fill the hours until the evening's fun. As I turned out of the driveway I saw a familiar mini speeding along the road towards the house. Jenny. She was early, really early. Just what were these two cooking up?Phil and I were well matched and the game was hard and competitive, gave me the kind of workout I nee...

I woke up that Saturday excited and a bit nervous. Looked at both uniforms hanging, ready, neatly pressed. Jenny was due at 7 that evening. Could I wait that long? It was 10.30 and already I was impatient for the fun to begin. I would call Jenny, get her to come round early, so we could prepare properly. By having some fun ourselves. As I reached for the phone it started ringing. Jenny. 'I can't wait until 7. Can I come r...