Initiation Night at the Upper Bournemouth Saddle Club II

INITIATION NIGHT AT THE UPPER BOURNEMOUTH SADDLE CLUB

PART II

Winona and Jasmin took their shower together the next morning, but they didn’t do anything except giggle a lot and wash each other’s backs. They had just gotten back to the bedroom when there was a knock at the door.

Winona looked at her watch.

They were still early and in plenty of time for the morning exercises in the “saddle” room.

Jasmin pulled on her shorts and a blouse and raced to the door to see who was there.

“Aren’t you the early bird. How are you and little miss la-di-da making out? I hope you didn’t do anything naughty last night. My room-mate turned out to be a fantastic licker.”

Winona recognized the voice as that of #2 her delectable heart-throb of the previous afternoon. Those honey dripping vowels were unmistakable. She went to the door even though she was still only wearing her silly teddy-bear panties. She wanted #2 to get a good look at her flat tummy and her young and pleasantly curved pussy mound.

“Hi #2, I am afraid I have forgotten your name. I am Winona and the pretty girl holding the door open is Jasmin. Please do tell me your name again. I promise not to forget it this time.”

Winona hiked up her panties so her camel-toe would be a little more visible and pouted her lips the way she knew the boys in school liked so very much. She had gotten so good at pouting that most of the boys sported erections within seconds of concentrated display.

#2 smiled, fully aware of Winona’s intent.

“My friends call me “Candy” but my name is Candice. Candice Buckmaster, daughter of Jeffrey, “Lord” Buckmaster. You don’t have to curtsy or anything, I mingle with commoners all the time.”

Winona giggled nervously.

She wasn’t quite certain if “Candy” was having her on or not. When she saw the gleam of Candy’s mischievous eyes, she smiled at her own silly naiveté. Winona spun around giving Candy a good look at her prime grade “seat”. She hoped the sensuous girl was impressed even though all six of the candidates were magnificently “seated” with delectable shapes of the most desirous design.

“I am here to inform you girls that you are to wear your competition jodhpurs and be sure to not wear any garments underneath. The judges want to see our forms without any nasty lines ruining the curve of our buttocks.”

Winona guiltily hid her offending “teddy-bear” panties and blushed when she saw Candy peeking intently at her dampening camel-toe. She noticed that Candy already had her jodhpurs displayed and her “seat” was delicately heart-shaped. She moved in tempting waves of tightly toned femininity like the spring-loaded sinews of a jungle cat snaking in for the kill. There were no lines under Candy’s tight riding pants unless you counted the one that betrayed her prettily pouted pussy lips. The judges were certain not to miss that one even from a distance.

“Oh, be sure to bring your best saddle with you. We have to show our style so the judges will be sure to spot any faults before the final test. I wouldn’t drink too much before class because they don’t give any of us potty breaks before the lesson is finished.”

Both Winona and Jasmin made sure to tinkle just before leaving the room with their favorite saddles.

They first took a written test that gauged their skills at understanding all of the technical aspects of saddling a mount. It was so easy that Winona almost giggled in relief at the questions. Before they moved on to the practical part of the examination, Mrs. Finch explained that they would be saddling and riding each other and that they would be graded on how well they performed as a mount in addition to their riding stance and style.

Winona thought that to be a bit odd and raised her hand to ask questions about the unusual nature of the program. She heard Finch slap her riding crop down hard against the side of the desk and before she could even voice a protest, the hard-featured older lady escorted her to the side room for interviews and discussions.

“Do not even think to open your mouth, #6. This is a Saddle club and we have strict rules. One of the rules is that young ladies do not, I repeat; do not question instructions in the classroom. Shake your head up and down if you understand, #6.”

Winona fought back a tear as she was not accustomed to being treated in such an uncivil manner. She shook her head vigorously up and down and felt suitably contrite at her error.

Mrs. Finch nodded and hit the desk with her riding crop.

“Hop to it, #6! What are you waiting for? Get those riding pants down and bend over my desk immediately!”

This time the tears did fall from the corners of Winona’s beautiful blue eyes. She was so humiliated at having to lower her pants for the correction but realized that any protest would likely result in further punishment. She decided that the spanking would be the easiest way to get this unpleasantness behind her and she wanted it to be over and move on to the next level in the training.

If only it wasn’t the hook-nosed Mrs. Finch doing it to her defenseless bottom. Winona placed her bare bottom over the edge of the wooden desk and waited in anticipation of the 6 promised strokes of the class leader’s riding whip. She knew it would sting because both she and the other girls back at her riding academy would use their little whips to extract payment from the girls who were so unfortunate as to lose their seat on the course.

The touch of the tip of the whip probing into her nether regions brought some sudden liquids to her ever sensitive pussy slit. Winona stifled a giggle as she realized the silly old female was toying with her private parts in a most inappropriate manner.

“Keep your head down and don’t look back, #6. I want you to thank me and kiss the tip of the whip after each stroke. If you forget, then that will be another added stroke. Do you have that in your pretty little head, missy!”

“Yes, Miss! I won’t forget.”

The whistle of the whip was punctuated by the sharp crack of the riding crop hitting her left bum cheek with an explosive smack that made Winona swing her heels up from the floor and push her dripping pussy mound down hard onto the top of the desk. Remembering her instructions, she very quickly shouted out a quivering “thank you, Mrs. Finch!” and turned her lips to touch them lightly on the leather tip of the whip.

Winona was confused as to what bothered her the most. She thought it was either the fact that the perverted older woman was administering her discipline, or the mortification of her pussy juice running down the inside of her legs in full view of the sneering female.

When it was all over, she quickly pulled her riding pants up and stood at attention in front of Mrs. Finch. The strict woman surprised her by pulling a batch of tissues from her pocket and dried the tears on her face so she did not look disheveled when they returned to the training room. Winona did not object when she hugged her and cupped her bum cheeks with both hands.

“You must be a good girl, #6. I may have to give you special attention to make sure you will be accepted as a full-fledged member of the saddle club.”

All the other girls were busy strapping up the saddles. The cinches were shortened for the girl’s bellies and the stirrups were moved forward to bring the rider’s knees up real high on their mount’s torsos.

#2 was the only girl without a partner, so Winona figured she was paired with the sensuous girl.

Candy asked her in that special sexy voice of hers if she wanted to be the mount first or would she prefer to ride her first. It sounded so very sexy that she stammered her response.

“I’ll ride you, Candy, if that is all right. I will be very gentle, I promise.”

Candy smiled and dropped down to all fours.

The saddle was tightened correctly and Winona inserted the padded mouthpiece that connected to a pair of thin reins for steering the mount.

The trio of girls eased down in their saddles and wrapped their expert legs around their human mounts. Candy was panting already and they hadn’t even started on the short circuit around the perimeter of the large room. Winona realized her boot heels were digging right into Candy’s female parts and when she shifted in the saddle her knees pressed naughtily into the sides of Candy’s swinging breasts.

After the first circuit of the room, Winona saw that they were in the lead. She was filled with the desire to bring her “mount” across the finish line first. She leaned forward low on Candy’s back and whispered in her ear.

“Bring us across the finish line first and I will do whatever you want tonight to make you feel special good.”

Candy swung her pretty ass left and right and held her head up high as she scampered across the finish line. She was sweating from the exertion but didn’t mind when Winona stayed mounted right on her heaving back. Candy liked the young girl’s legs wrapped so tightly around her middle and was quickly approaching a shuddering orgasm from the friction of a saddle strap between her legs.

After a short break that didn’t include a tinkle timeout, they switched places and Winona took the weight of the heavier girl on her sturdy back. As they were starting out, Candy reached back and gave Winona a playful spank on her flank to show her who was the “boss” for this ride.

The feel of Candy’s legs rubbing her tummy made Winona certain this training was a whole lot more fun than posting her bottom on a horse’s back. She saw Jasmin right next to her being ridden in the exact same way by a girl with a posterior of magnificent proportions. It looked like #1 but she was not sure because #1 and #3 were very similar in appearance and both had pony-tails of a deep-red hue. There was a distinct possibility they were sisters although she didn’t remember it being mentioned.

The weight of the beautiful Candy on her back and the saddle straps that ingeniously dangled on her private parts and even up into her bum crack had Winona on the verge of an orgasm. She hoped her fawn colored riding pants did not reveal the extent of her depravity.

It was quite a chilling sight to see 3 sets of “mounts” and “riders” lined up for the mock race in the training circle. 3 eager pairs of bum cheeks swinging in unison waiting for the signal to start crawling on all fours under the weight of 3 equally impressive heart-shaped bottoms rubbing the saddles and backs of their cooperative steeds.

Winona wanted to win the race for Candy just to see the laughter and glorious smile on her delicately featured face. When they got to the last turn, Candy and Winona were in the lead but Jasmin and the girl with the red pony-tail were right on their flank. Winona could feel Jasmin’s hot breath on her shuddering flanks. She tried to run faster under urging of light flicks of Candy’s riding crop on her still reddened buttocks but Jasmin was gaining on her with each swing of her lovely hips.

The sudden pain from a riding crop applied with much force to her hanging nipples distracted her momentarily. It was just enough to throw her off-stride and allow Jasmin and her rider to scoot in under the wire in first place.

Winona was distraught not because they had come in second but because she so wanted Candy to have the thrill of winning the race.

The smirking redhead was calming down Jasmin and unsaddling her before claiming the ribbon. The wet spot on Jasmin’s pants confirmed how firmly she had been ridden by the triumphant hard riding girl. Winona was certain it was the girl’s whip that had punished her right at the finish line.

Mrs. Finch congratulated all of the girls for a job well done. She told them that they were all to come to the practice room right after dinner for another round of saddle indoctrination but this time they were to wear only their boots. The girls were all laughing and giggling but Winona thought this was very unorthodox training method for an institute of such long-standing reputation.

As soon as Jasmin and Winona reached their room, they both dashed to the bathroom for a long needed pee. Winona had to hold her hand between her legs as Jasmin’s floodgate stayed open a long,long time. Some of her stream accidently caught Jasmin’s legs just as they switched positions on the solitary commode. They both giggled and Winona’s sigh of relief was akin to a groan as she held onto her friend’s waist to keep from sliding off the slippery white ceramic bowl.

They played at riding each other “bareback” without the benefit of saddles before retiring to the bed for a much-needed nap.

Tonight was certain to be lots of fun.