My name is Felicity Benson-Smith and I am almost 20 years old and studying English and Media Studies.
Daddy owns a huge country estate and is extremely wealthy and is a financier whilst Mummy looks after things whilst he is away, which is very often.
I am very slim and stand little more than five feet tall, even in my highest designer heels and I am the perfect Versace dress size six. I have long strawberry blonde hair and high cheekbones and an olive skin, which I inherited from Mummy who is part Malaysian and incredibly beautiful. I also inherited her rather large breasts, which the boys seem particularly interested in and I have found I can tease them almost to a climax with a platform bra and a low cut dress. But by far my own favourite asset is my bottom and I pride myself on having a very good 'seat'.
When I am at home my passion is horse riding, a sport I have enjoyed since I could walk and I am hoping to compete in the Olympics in three years time. I have been very successful in the show-jumping world over the years and have competed regularly alongside the best, including Princes and Princesses.
I came down from University after graduating three months ago and threw myself into my equestrian eventing, taking full advantage of Daddy's stables which are probably some of the best in the country.
He hired Bradley, a top retired eventer now a coach to help me fulfil my dreams. Bradley was to live in a cottage on the estate and my training would last all day, every day. He was a huge chunk of a man, about Mummy's age with jet-black hair and rugged chiselled features and very dominant and used to getting his own way. He worked me hard from day one.
Daddy gave me a new Porsche as a present for my 20th and promptly flew to South America on business. And then things went wrong!
It seems Daddy had been involved in some fraudulent deal worth millions and it had gone badly awry, he had been arrested and tried and in no time sent to jail for 10 years. Mummy had flown out of course and had hired the best lawyers possible but it was hopeless, they wanted to make an example of foreign moneymakers and he was to languish in a stinking hellhole for possibly the last years of his life. At 60 he was much older than Mummy who was only in her early 40s. Financially we would be okay, we were awash with money and large chunks of Daddy's fortune were in her name anyway so there was no question of changing our lifestyle, unlike Daddy.
The biggest change to our lives was that Bradley was now spending much of the day helping Mummy with her horse-riding ambitions and much less time with me. He also seemed to have virtually moved out of his cottage into the big house and it was no secret to either me or the staff that he was sharing Mummy's bed! Judging from the squeals coming from her bedroom at night he was also very good in it! I didn't mind of course, in my world, affairs and sex were pretty much the norm as most people had precious little else to do with their lives.
Bradley was very strict with us both if we made any mistakes on horseback and lectured us constantly but he was good. He was taking over the dominant male role now vacated by Daddy and I know for a fact that he had even spanked Mummy's bottom at least once, because I saw it!
I was up in the hayloft having a crafty snooze when he burst in dragging her behind him. I had a bird's eye view as he sat on a pile of hay bales and pulled Mummy over his knee.
She made no protest as he spanked her hard across the seat of her jodhpurs, her highly polished knee-high boots flashing as she kicked out against the huge hand swatting her delicate rear end. He brought her back to her feet and admonished her as she stood before him like a naughty schoolgirl. It was incredible as she could have dismissed him easily if she had wanted, but she obviously condoned it.
He sat there with his hands on his knees and told her in no uncertain terms that next time she could expect to have her pants taken down and her bare bottom thrashed! Unbelievably she just stood there and acknowledged it. My mother, a very haughty woman full of confidence and very self assured stood there with her hands clamped to her throbbing backside and accepted her spanking without a murmur. There was only one explanation. She was enjoying it!
When it was safe to leave I went to my room and lay on my bed writhing to the whirring of my battery powered toy boy. I couldn't explain it but what I had witnessed had excited me beyond anything I had experienced before!
It was a very complicated manoeuvre and neither my favourite horse nor I could get it together and Bradley was becoming very aggressive. He had called me a 'silly girl' several times and it was getting me down. I wasn't used to the hired help being so insolent and I'd just about had enough when he halted my horse and told me to dismount. I refused.
He was incandescent with rage.
"If I don't get an immediate improvement I'll put you across my knee, young lady," he barked.
That was it. I wasn't going to be spoken to like that so I jumped off the horse and confronted him.
"You wouldn't dare touch me," I screamed. "Mummy would throw you off this property in seconds," I fumed and stormed off.
I tried to talk to Mummy about it but she was always too busy and I spent a sleepless night working myself up into a tantrum, which exploded early the next morning and I burst into Mummy's bedroom.
"I need to talk to you about Bradley," I stormed and without waiting for her reply added, "he threatened to spank me yesterday."
Mummy was sat up in bed wearing her favourite white lacy nightie, so low-cut her breasts were almost falling out of it. I was so angry I hadn't even bothered to put on my dressing gown and stood there at the end of her bed in my own nightie which was little more than a long T-shirt just about covering my bum.
Her eyes flashed towards her en-suite bathroom and I followed her gaze just as Bradley entered the bedroom after having just had a shower. My eyes widened both in surprise at him being there and shock, he was completely naked with not even a hand towel to cover himself and he didn't even attempt to hide anything. I was mortified. There I was in my scruffy little T-shirt with my hair all over the place just as I had jumped out of bed, looking at a rather handsome man, his dark skin glistening with moisture after his shower. His hairy chest and six-pack stomach was evidence of a man who had looked after himself.
There was also the massive cock dangling between his legs and halfway down to his knees. I gawked at it like an idiot, mesmerised by its sheer size, and manly beauty, I had never seen one as big as that, even in a glossy magazine! I was dumbstruck. But Mummy was not!
"Felicity says you threatened to spank her. Is that true?" she said seemingly oblivious to the fact that her lover was standing naked in front of her daughter.
"She wasn't trying hard enough," he spluttered. "Yes, I did."
I was getting some satisfaction watching him squirm. The hired help may be giving her one but he was still the hired help. I was still smiling conceitedly when Mummy rounded on me!
"When are you going to learn to apply yourself, Felicity?" she demanded. "Bradley is here to teach you to ride at the highest level. And you are damned well going to pay attention or you can move into town and get a job."
It was Bradley's turn to smile, and he still made no attempt to cover himself up. But then, with a body like that, I didn't want him to!
Mummy turned to Bradley.
"If she needs a spanking then give it to her. She must learn."
"Mummy," I screamed with indignation.
"And this seems a good time to start her training," she said calmly.
Bradley didn't need it writing down and immediately moved towards me, his 'thing' hardening before my very eyes. In quick succession he had moved to the end of the bed, sat down and was pulling me to his side.
“Well, Felicity, what is it to be. Do you want to continue with our training or are you going to walk out?”
I was still trying to take it all in. Here was a handsome hunk, shagging my mummy silly, who was obviously waiting for me to agree to be spanked! My stomach churned, I looked at him and almost threw myself over his knee, I knew I just had to get him to spank me!
My feet left the floor as he hoisted me across his knees. The smell of soap from his freshly washed body filled my nostrils as my hair cascaded over the back of my head towards the carpet. His arm encircled my waist and briefly lifted me from his lap as his other hand whipped up my nightie. He'd rucked my T-shirt right up to my boobs and my stomach rested against his damp bare knees, the only thing now protecting my modesty from his eyes were my frilly cotton 'bed panties'.
His large hand rested against the seat of my panties as he waited for Mummy's approval, which he obviously got and my first spanking began in earnest. The sound of his hand slapping across my knickers filled my ears and my bottom turned into a sea of heat as his hand flashed from one cheek to the other in quick succession. I noticed beneath me that the hotter my bottom became the harder his manhood grew until eventually he lifted me up from his knee. I looked into his lap and his cock sprang up like a flagpole. I was about to run off when he gripped by arm and admonished me in exactly the same way as he had Mummy in the hay barn.
"You can expect to have your pants taken down the next time, my girl," he promised.
I left quickly, panting, excited and desperate to feel something inside me.
It was obvious that Mummy didn't waste his flagpole sized manhood, through the half open door I had left as I rushed out I could see her on her knees at the side of the bed, her flimsy nightie now pulled down over her huge breasts and around her waist. She was kneeling with her back to the open door and I watched as the hand that moments earlier had been spanking my bottom was now on the back of her head persuading her onto the end of his massive cock. Her long silky hair hung elegantly down her bare back almost to her waist as she bobbed back and forth on his shaft.
As I began to turn away to go to my room I caught sight of Bradley looking at me peeking at them. He smiled knowingly at me as Mummy continued to suck his cock greedily.
I had to use my 'boy toy' to relieve the bursting excitement I felt as next door my mother moaned with ecstasy as Bradley shagged her mercilessly to her climax.
If I ever needed proof that Bradley was now the master in our lives it came about a week later.
Mummy and I had been practising dressage, not her favourite part of show jumping and my most difficult, and neither of us was doing very well at it. Bradley was becoming more and more angry with us both and the angrier he got the worse we both became until his ordered us both out of the saddle.
Like two silly girls sent to the Headmaster's office we followed him into the hay barn, knowing full well what to expect. Mummy had already spent time over his knee in there and I was about to be introduced to the rugged treatment meted out in the equally rugged surroundings. As had happened when I first witnessed him spanking my mother he sat on a convenient pile of hay bales and drew Mummy to his side. This time however his fingers worked as quickly as lightening and undid mummy's belt, opened her zip and peeled down her tight jodhpurs before she even knew what was happening.
Her surprised look disappeared from my view as she went over his knee, her pants sliding down to her knees and her tiny white thong vanishing up between her bum cheeks as her bottom reared up from his lap. It was all so quick that he had raised crimson-red handprints on her white backside before I knew what was happening. She wailed like a banshee as he paddled her fanny in an ever-quickening pace and I stood mesmerised knowing I was next in line for the same treatment.
Of course I could have left there and then but so could Mummy have. Instead we were there for the total sexual pleasure of it and I couldn’t wait for my turn.
Mummy's jodhpurs had come to rest at the top of her knee high riding boots and then Bradley tugged down her thong for no apparent reason, it certainly didn't cover any of her bottom, and continued spanking her until she was squirming around like an eel. By the time he allowed her back to her feet her bottom was the colour of a Cardinal's cloak!
She quickly retrieved her knickers and pants, gingerly pulling them up over her scorched orbs, but didn't utter a word of reproach to her employee, even when he pushed her to one side and beckoned me to him. He was indeed the master of the house and I obeyed without question.
I watched in a sort of stupid fascination as he unfastened my belt and unzipped my jodhpurs just like he had Mummy's and whizzed them down to my knees.