1. The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 4


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Discipline, Spanking, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    5:00PM and we drove down the private road to her estate at approximately 4:45 PM. I was under strict instructions to do exactly as told by while we are there regardless of what happened. I was dressed for business again in my blue dress with my hair put up in a nice bun. I thought these instructions odd since we were there to inspect her extensive art collection; primarily paintings and sketches for us to write an insurance policy. Matthew advised me Ms. Carmichael’s collection rivaled many small art galleries. The Mansion was a three story brick house in the elegant Federalist style of Architecture with the original carriage house/ stables constructed of the same red brick. There were several out buildings including the smoke house, ice house and a single story caretaker’s cottage of red brick. Ms. Carmichael’s Family’s estate dates back to 1820. It is registered as an historical landmark with everything restored to almost original condition excluding electricity, central heating and other modern amenities. We walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.....no answer.......we rang it again....still no answer. We turned to the faint sound of hoof-beats in the distance on the brick paved driveway and saw a mounted rider approaching at a fast trot. The rider slowed the gray stallion down to at walk about 50 yards from the mansion. And of all things she was riding bareback. Ms Carmichael rode right up to the front steps and Matthew walked down the steps to grab the ...
    bridle to help her dismount. Ms. Carmichael dismounted gracefully with not so much as a hello or a how-do-you do. She started walking towards the barn impatiently snapping her red leather riding crop in the air. I started to follow her but Matthew stopped me with a hand gesture..........after several seconds, Ms Carmichael stopped walking and turned to us. “Do you need a written invitation?” she asked loudly and sarcastically, “Gandalf belongs in the stables. Perhaps you think that I keep my horses in my parlor? Are you afraid of getting honest horse shit on your spit shined shoes Mr. Wright?” ‘This is not beginning well at all!’ I was thinking, ‘the Major said she is a bit of an eccentric, but this?’ “Ms Carmichael. I’m not one of your lackeys or stable hands to be ordered about.” Matthew led the horse to the porch and tied the horse’s reins to the black iron railing, “I’ll concede that you are the expert on horses and their subsequent rectal and urinary by-products; need I tell you what you can do with them?” Ms. Carmichael came storming back with an indignant look on her face except now was slapping the riding crop angrily on the side of her boots....wow! Even off the horse Ms. Carmichael is an imposing woman who no doubt is always accustomed to having her own way. Lucinda’s long red hair was pulled back in a tight braided chignon at the back of her neck. She was wearing a red checkered flannel shirt tucked in her blue jeans with the jeans tucked into knee high black riding ...
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