Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
Helen was so shocked by Andy’s threat she didn’t know how to respond, but as a hot blush burned across her face it occurred to her it may have been a joke.
“Andy…you can be so funny,” she said with a nervous giggle.
“Funny? Helen, I’m serious. But you can think about it while we walk back to the house. When we get there the choice will be yours. You can leave if you want to. I have no interest in holding you prisoner.”
“I…uh…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Give Daisy her last treat and we’ll go.”
Though Helen was at a complete loss, she couldn’t deny the ripple of excitement moving through her entire being. She’d always wanted Andy to be more of a take-charge guy, and now he was, and in a way that was making her toes curl.
“Ready?” he asked, almost startling her.
“As I’ll ever be,” she managed, “but can I ask you something?”
“Of course, anything, but while we’re walking.”
As they left the stall and headed outside she searched for the right words, then decided there probably weren’t any and she should just spit it out.
“How did this happen? I mean, you’ve never been like this before and I’ve known you for ages.”
He smiled, and for reasons she couldn’t fathom a fresh surge of excitement sent goosebumps popping across her arms.
“This side of me is not something I advertise.”
“So…you’ve done this sort of thing before?”
“Sure, but it’s not just what I do, it’s who I am. Do you understand?”
“Sort of. It’s like, you’re a horse trainer because it’s in you.”
“Exactly. Now it’s your turn to answer a couple of questions,” he declared as they approached the house. “But first, are you leaving, or joining me in my bedroom.”
“I’m joining you,” she replied softly, and afraid her eyes would give away her growing excitement she stared at the ground.
“Have you ever been in a situation like this?”
“No…but…” she whispered hesitantly, nervous about admitting she had always harbored dark fantasies.
“Go on,” he pressed, gripping her arm as they entered the house.
“I’ve, uh, I’ve thought about it.”
“I’m not surprised.”
She hadn’t expected his comment and she wanted to ask why, but he was guiding her into his room and a bevy of butterflies had suddenly burst to life in her stomach, and her heart had started to race.
“Close your eyes and don’t move,” he ordered, his voice suddenly stern. “Just so you know,” he continued as she nervously followed his orders, “test me and you won’t be disappointed.”
Suddenly he was deftly peeling off her clothes and it was difficult to do as he’d said, but she was naked in a heartbeat and he was slipping the blindfold over her eyes.
“I’m going to guide you to the bed and position you over the pillows. Once you’re settled, stretch your arms out in front of you and spread your knees apart. Any questions?”
“Uh, no.”
“During times like these you must call me Sir .”
“Yes, Sir. I mean, no questions, Sir.”
Her voice had sounded weak, but that was how she felt. Weak and wonderful, and she prayed everything was real, not some amazing lucid dream. But as he abruptly picked her up and placed her on the bed, any doubt was immediately extinguished.
“The pillows are next to you on the left. Bend over them and stretch your arms out.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trying to find her way in the dark and clambering over them.
It took her a minute to get settled, and as she moved her hands out in front of her, the promised shackles were quickly locked around her wrists.
She could hear him moving around.
Every nerve in her body sparked.
Her pulse raced.
And she felt the warm wetness flooding her sex.
“Why am I going to punish you?”
As he’d asked the question he’d moved her ankles apart, and she felt him kneeling between her legs.
“Uh, because I didn’t stop Erin from riding Daisy, Sir?”
“That’s not why. You trusted her and thought she knew what she was doing. I’ll never punish you for not understanding a situation. That wouldn’t be fair. Try again.”
“Um…I don’t know the answer, Sir.”
“I’m going to spank you because you refused to listen. Even before I saw Erin on your mare I tried to tell you I was concerned, but you blatantly refused to even discuss it.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir. I see that now.”
“Daisy can do what you want, but not on the level Erin is demanding. You’re a very bad girl. You should always keep an open mind and hear what others have to offer. You may not agree with everything they say, but you must learn to listen . You don’t know everything, Helen. None of us do. Now I’m going to spank some sense into you, and punish you for being so damn stubborn. It will hurt, and I mean for it to, but it will also ease your guilt. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
As his hand began caressing her naked cheeks, and his fingers slipped into her pussy, she sank into the decadent attention and softly whimpered. But his touch lingered only for a moment before he tapped what felt like hard leather against her skin.
“Six on the center of each cheek. Count them out. When I’m done say, thank you, Sir, I will listen in future . Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He began, but delivered the swats slowly. She assumed it was so she would feel the keen sting of each blow, and she quickly understood why he’d handcuffed her.
“Sir…that really hurts,” she whimpered as he finally finished spanking her right cheek.
“I told you it would,” he scolded, adding another. “Say what I instructed you to say.”
“Thank you, Sir, I will listen in future,” she exclaimed hastily.
“Now you’ll get seven on the left to keep things even. Count them out.”
With each swat she caught her breath before proclaiming the number. The burning pain seemed to envelope her whole body, but the moment he’d finished she moaned out the required statement.
“Thank you, Sir, I will listen in future,”
“Stay as you are and think about that.”
Though she longed to feel his arms around her and ached for his cock, she found herself recalling the many times he’d tried to talk to her about Daisy, and often asked what her new trainer was doing. She’d either walked away in a huff, or blithely told him there were no issues.
“So, Helen, what do you have to say.”
He’d spoken softly, and she realized he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry, Sir, you were right all along.”
“Anything else?”
“Uh…”
“Tell me.”
“I love you, Andy. I think I’ve been in love with you when you first kissed me. I just didn’t realize it until now.”