Message-ID: <48629asstr$1091005802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: cashingbets@hotmail.com (Joe) X-Original-Message-ID: <807a1ca8.0407271831.cfa5ce7@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2004 02:31:02 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 27 Jul 2004 19:31:02 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Swedish Wonder F/M Mild FemDom Spanking Lines: 111 Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2004 05:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48629> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, RuiJorge I worked for her father. I was his stable boy. That I was a grown man meant nothing. A stable boy is a stable boy. That's all. She'd been away at University when I started on with her father. I'd heard stories of her beauty. But stories were cheap. I heard stories all the time. It was impossible to squat in the woods without hearing a story. No. Fools told stories. Greater fools listened. No stories for me, please. I could manage my own foolishness quite nicely, thank you. //// The day came when she walked into my stable. I knew she was home from University. The estate had been all-atwitter. O joy! O joy! Servants and all. Please. Will she do your chores? I asked. Will she raise your wages? Then I jump for joy. Not before. I told them plain. I didn't mince about. Then it happened. I felt her rays shine through me. I didn't see her or hear her enter. My eyes turned to her and I fell on my knees. I bowed my head in awe. My eyes were useless. They served no purpose. I was blind--- yet her beauty burned through me. She was not human. Not of this earth. That I knew. Her mother died in childbirth--- impregnated by the rays of the midnight sun. That is what happened. Sunbathing naked in the strong light. A mystic ray entered her being and gave fruit to her seed. Nine months later... the Goddess before me. Yes. That much was clear. She approached me. She touched her riding crop under my chin and bade me, "Rise." Sooner would she beat me to pieces if I had my way. Rise? Me? Stand in her presence? No. Sheer blasphemy. Better I should lie face-down in the soiled bedding of farm animals and beg her pardon for polluting her sight with this sorry excuse for a man. Her spirit parched my soul. Every false and vile thing within me became scorched as ashes. Strike this empty husk to dust. I do not deserve to walk the same earth as one so lovely. Use my ash to pot a flower to your grace. Such a thing would be just--- if I stood worthy of her favor. No. My debris would rot a cabbage patch. I cringed in shame and fell forward. Still. Prostrate. "If you lay there long enough I'll mount your pathetic self and ride you into the ground." She uttered, once again blessing me with the sound of her voice. I lay still. "Very well then." She walked over to where I lay and straddled me. I felt the perfect orbs of her ass warm the back of my head with the soft firmness of her divinity. Sinking my face deeper into the straw-covered loam of the stable floor. My nose deep in the still-warm muck of decaying animal matter. Bliss! My mind soared at such use. What greater task could I serve? What greater triumph could I know? Fools! Do you see? I --- lowly ME --- became a shield to save the ass of Her Highness from all earthly filth and woe. Let me die now, please, in this happy state of grace. "I must have my ride." She said. Yes. Please. By all means ride. And ride she did. She ground the goodness of her rump on me. Such goodness! Through the soft cloth of her breeches she rubbed her button on the back of my neck as her crotch twirled clockwise. Soon her scented natured dripped damp through the French Terry riding tights. Soon her wetness blessed my skin as she slid round about my skull with naked abandon. Lashing my ass with her crop. Shrieking loudly in a language all her own. Long she rode and hard she lashed. I cried tears of contentment that I could service her needs. Each burning ass-whack purged the bitter grief of my rudeness. That I ever held her in less than the highest esteem pained me. Each time she sliced the air with her furor she relieved me. That I had never met her is no excuse. I was ignorant. What of it? Should ignorance spare me the lash? No. I dropped my drawers for bare-ass access. She struck my cheeks with renewed vigor. Fresh from her first series of orgasms she proceeded with glee to the next. My loins left a puddle under me. Such was the bliss. I soon fainted. The blonde Goddess revived me after having her satisfaction. A round dollop of horse liniment did the trick. She was too kind. The electrified embers of my raw ass would keep the memory of our shared ride current in my mind for hours to come. I wept. Do you see? She was truly divine. As she reached down and grabbed a swatch of my hair, yanking my face out of the muck, she told me, "Tomorrow I expect you to be ready to ride at dawn. I'll be bare-back and you'll be face-up." She dropped me into the dung once more as I dreamed of the day to come, twitching with bliss. O joy! 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