this manner. You must remember that different people have different needs. My master punishes me by whipping my cock,” Lionel said gently. “Phoebe here is punished with enemas.”
“And my mistress birches the back of my legs and calves. That is what I respond to the best, what I need,” another girl added. “As for play, yes. It is that for some people. For many of us, it’s a way of life. I work like a horse in my day job as a secretary and treated as a pony when I get home. I love it. My mistress is very kind and tends to me well. Others… well, they aren’t so lucky, but it is completely their choice.”
“You said this is consensual. I don’t understand. How could anyone invite abuse or,” she shuddered, “being taken by force?”
“Only we truly know our own needs, colt. You will understand as you grow. Just never judge them. Mistress Charlotte draws the line when it comes to abuse. She will not permit any of her charges to be harmed physically, mentally, or emotionally. Even those two. They are smiling now. They got what they needed to feel forgiven,” Lionel advised.
“This is so much to take in. I… “
“Regan! To me!” Jay’s voice called with a loud whistle.
“No, don’t stand, crawl. Standing always results in punishment. It was good meeting you, Regan. I hope you come back and visit sometime.”
“Thanks,” Regan smiled shyly. “I hope so too.”
* * *
“Did you enjoy your pasture time, Regan?” Jay asked, slipping a robe over her body as he pulled her to her feet.
“Yes, Sir,” Regan whispered.
“Did something happen? Did that big one hurt you?” Jay asked, grabbing her arms and forcing her to face him.
“No, he was very protective and watched over me. His name is Lionel.”
“What is bothering you? Talk to me.”
“Can we just go home? Please?”
“Of course. Charlotte? I’m gonna take my girl home now. She’s had enough excitement for one day.”
“Of course,” Charlotte said, running her hands gently down Regan’s arm and stroking her gently. When Regan trembled, Charlotte asked, “Are you alright?”
“Yes, ma’am… I mean, no, ma’am. I… don’t know.”
“Jay? May I take Regan in the office for a few minutes?”
“Sure. I’ll be here waiting. Don't unplug her.”
Charlotte took Regan’s hand and slowly led her upstairs and into an enclosed room. She led her to a seat and invited her to sit for a while. Regan blushed, shaking her head. Apparently, Charlotte had forgotten the tail.
“Very well, kneel then. I am going to take your blindfold off, honey. Shhh, it will be alright. What happened out there?” Charlotte asked as Regan broke into quiet sobs.
“Nothing,” Regan coughed. “Except for those girls who called me a cow.”
“I heard that, and they were severely disciplined. They are very lovely parade animals, but I would never keep them as prime stock. Too much work. Is there is something else? Out with it, sweetheart.”
“It’s Master Jay…”
“I’ve known him for a very long time. You can’t get a better handler than he is.”
“Does he always bring new girls here?”
“No. The last one was his ex-fiancée. She had a few very ugly things to say about his— uh, hobby . She wasn’t worth his trouble, but he didn’t want to listen to me. How long have you been dating him?”
“Dating?” Regan looked up at the tall, slender woman who wore her jet black hair in a tight pony tail and dressed in English riding gear. She was handsome, elegant, and had a hard edge to her. Her lips were grimly set, and she had a prominent but not unattractive nose. Not the type of woman she would care to cross. “Charlotte, he…he kidnapped me. Two days ago.”
“Excuse me?” Charlotte frowned, leaning forward, “That is a very strong accusation, young lady.”
“But it’s true. And,” Regan began to cry again, “it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.”
* * *
Jay paced outside
“And my mistress birches the back of my legs and calves. That is what I respond to the best, what I need,” another girl added. “As for play, yes. It is that for some people. For many of us, it’s a way of life. I work like a horse in my day job as a secretary and treated as a pony when I get home. I love it. My mistress is very kind and tends to me well. Others… well, they aren’t so lucky, but it is completely their choice.”
“You said this is consensual. I don’t understand. How could anyone invite abuse or,” she shuddered, “being taken by force?”
“Only we truly know our own needs, colt. You will understand as you grow. Just never judge them. Mistress Charlotte draws the line when it comes to abuse. She will not permit any of her charges to be harmed physically, mentally, or emotionally. Even those two. They are smiling now. They got what they needed to feel forgiven,” Lionel advised.
“This is so much to take in. I… “
“Regan! To me!” Jay’s voice called with a loud whistle.
“No, don’t stand, crawl. Standing always results in punishment. It was good meeting you, Regan. I hope you come back and visit sometime.”
“Thanks,” Regan smiled shyly. “I hope so too.”
* * *
“Did you enjoy your pasture time, Regan?” Jay asked, slipping a robe over her body as he pulled her to her feet.
“Yes, Sir,” Regan whispered.
“Did something happen? Did that big one hurt you?” Jay asked, grabbing her arms and forcing her to face him.
“No, he was very protective and watched over me. His name is Lionel.”
“What is bothering you? Talk to me.”
“Can we just go home? Please?”
“Of course. Charlotte? I’m gonna take my girl home now. She’s had enough excitement for one day.”
“Of course,” Charlotte said, running her hands gently down Regan’s arm and stroking her gently. When Regan trembled, Charlotte asked, “Are you alright?”
“Yes, ma’am… I mean, no, ma’am. I… don’t know.”
“Jay? May I take Regan in the office for a few minutes?”
“Sure. I’ll be here waiting. Don't unplug her.”
Charlotte took Regan’s hand and slowly led her upstairs and into an enclosed room. She led her to a seat and invited her to sit for a while. Regan blushed, shaking her head. Apparently, Charlotte had forgotten the tail.
“Very well, kneel then. I am going to take your blindfold off, honey. Shhh, it will be alright. What happened out there?” Charlotte asked as Regan broke into quiet sobs.
“Nothing,” Regan coughed. “Except for those girls who called me a cow.”
“I heard that, and they were severely disciplined. They are very lovely parade animals, but I would never keep them as prime stock. Too much work. Is there is something else? Out with it, sweetheart.”
“It’s Master Jay…”
“I’ve known him for a very long time. You can’t get a better handler than he is.”
“Does he always bring new girls here?”
“No. The last one was his ex-fiancée. She had a few very ugly things to say about his— uh, hobby . She wasn’t worth his trouble, but he didn’t want to listen to me. How long have you been dating him?”
“Dating?” Regan looked up at the tall, slender woman who wore her jet black hair in a tight pony tail and dressed in English riding gear. She was handsome, elegant, and had a hard edge to her. Her lips were grimly set, and she had a prominent but not unattractive nose. Not the type of woman she would care to cross. “Charlotte, he…he kidnapped me. Two days ago.”
“Excuse me?” Charlotte frowned, leaning forward, “That is a very strong accusation, young lady.”
“But it’s true. And,” Regan began to cry again, “it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.”
* * *
Jay paced outside
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