What I did on my Holidays.

- The Lions Den -

“Mum, you didn’t tell me that the old manor house had been sold.” Dave, having arrived back home, had sought out his mother who knew all the local gossip.

“Oh, yes.” She replied. “Christine Waverley, the novelist, has bought it. You wouldn’t know her, it’s mostly romantic novels for women, but her books are in all the supermarkets and they sell by the truckload. She lives there with her secretary, Jenny Simmonds. They mostly keep themselves to themselves but you’ll see Jenny around the village from time to time.”

“So she’s another of those rich city folk who come down here and buy up all the good housing.” Dave sneered.

“David! She’s not like that at all. Firstly she’s got Cornish roots so she belongs down here. Secondly she’s got local connections, she’s a good friend of Maureen Thompson, you know, the woman from Hilltop House who’s doing so well in the police force, and thirdly it’s good to see someone taking care of the old manor house for a change. It’s been empty for donkey’s years and she’s finally fixing it up. You should see the money she’s spending on it. Half the tradesmen in the county have done some work there. Anyway, why do you want to know?”

“Oh, I was cutting across the combe on my way to the beach and I saw that the gardens had been fixed up.”

“Don’t you go trespassing. I know you used to treat that garden as you own personal playground when you were a kid but you can’t any more. It’s private and I know they like it that way.”

David went off to the bathroom to sort out the scratches and bruises on his ribs. It wasn’t too bad but he needed to tidy up a bit. ‘Come to think of it’ he thought to himself ‘I’d best take a bath. I don’t want to arrive all smelly.’

As Dave soaked in the warm water he thought about what his mother had told him. Best selling novelist living there with her ‘secretary’. Hmm… He’d seen exactly what sort of secretary Jenny was, or maybe he should call her Freckles. Friend of Maureen Thompson, it looked like the threat of going to the police was valid. The last thing he needed was to be reported for perving on a good friend of the chief constable. He wondered what she had in store for him. He remembered Freckles’ cries as she had been paddled, and the vivid red marks which covered her buttocks; whatever was waiting for him it was going to hurt. However, despite his nerves, despite his concerns about putting himself at the mercy  of this dominatrix, he never once thought of bottling out. It wasn’t just that she had his wallet, it wasn’t just that she’d go to the police if he didn’t show, it was that he knew that he’d never seen anything as erotic as the scene he’d witnessed earlier that day. Whether is was the sight of Jenny/Freckles in full harness pulling the sulky along the path, or seeing her hanging from the tree, naked and exposed, while Christine Waverley paddled her backside, or seeing her crawl across the grass ready to bow down and worship at her mistresses groin, he was hard, rock hard, just thinking about it. He gave his penis a few tentative strokes. Would tonight be purely pain or would there be a sexual angle to it?

At five-o-clock he sat down for his evening meal.

“Hello, has someone got a girlfriend?” his mother asked teasingly as she put the plates on the table.

“Err… No. I’m just going out, that’s all.” He replied nervously.

“Hmm, hair all spruced up, your best shirt on, you look a bit dressed up for a night in the Kings Arms.” Dave’s mum laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m only teasing, I won’t probe any more. You have a good evening, wherever you’re going.”

At six thirty, leaving himself plenty of time, Dave slipped out of the house and headed for Castle Combe

When he got to the front gates his nerve nearly went. The house was so imposing, and he felt like a naughty schoolboy reporting to the headmaster. He pressed the button on the intercom attached to the gatepost and waited. For a moment a light came on next to the CCTV camera and then a metallic voice crackled from the speaker.

“Hello, David. Come round to the tradesmen’s entrance. I’ll let you in.”

The front gate swung back smoothly and Dave made his way up the drive, past a top of the range Mercedes, and round to the side of the house. He’d barely reached for the doorbell when the door swung back and Jenny let him in to the kitchen. Dave looked around; just as with the garden the house had been extensively and expensively renovated. The mixture of original fittings and modern technology showed style and class, and this was just the kitchen. Jenny was dressed in a maid’s uniform, not one of the cheap trashy ones you find in sex shops, but what looked like the real thing. It certainly gave her a demure, innocent look.

“I wasn’t sure you would make it.” She smiled at Dave. “I don’t know whether you’re brave or don’t realise what you’re in for. You can get undressed in there.”

“Undressed! I didn’t realise that I’d have to undress!” Dave was aghast.

“Oh, yes. Madam insists on it. Now come on, it doesn’t pay to keep the ladies waiting.”

For a moment, taken aback by this new development, Dave hesitated; this was already moving far beyond his comfort zone. On the other hand he was already in too deep to back out; as soon as he’d pressed the buzzer by the gate he’d known he was going to go through with this, whatever it was. On top of that he still had to retrieve his wallet. Jenny led Dave to a small room just off the kitchen. It was a bit like a gym changing room with a shower unit at the far end and rows of pegs along one wall, many of them empty, some with coat hangers and some with strange leather items hanging from them.

As he started on the buttons of his shirt he expected Jenny to leave him to it but that was not to be. She stood, leaning against the door jamb, watching him closely. This lack of privacy added further to the general sense of loss of control and stirred something deep inside him. His penis, which seemed to have developed a mind of its own, started to stiffen. By the time he’d removed his shirt, his shoes and his socks he was really quite hard. His trousers had to come next and there was no way he could continue to hide his arousal from her. And that just made it worse; the more he worried about it the harder he got. Biting the bullet he pushed his pants to the floor and, trying hard to pretend that all was normal, slipped them off and hung them up.

“Oooh, look who’s got a stiffy.” Jenny laughed. Dave tried to cover himself up with his hands but she ordered him to stand up straight with his arms by his side. She reached out and fondled him gently.

“Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all.” She eased his foreskin back and forth across his glans. “I wonder if you know what to do with it?”

Jenny reached for some cuffs which were hanging from the pegs. Two went around his ankles and two around his wrists. She then found a lead and clipping the two wrist cuffs together attached the lead to them.

“You ought to have a collar but you haven’t earned one yet. Still, this will do. It’s time I took you through to the Ladies.” With a gentle tug of the lead she led him out into the kitchen and down the hallway. Dave could only follow, his erect penis flopping about before him. She stopped at a doorway and knocked. At the single word ‘Come’ she pushed open the door and led Dave inside positioning him on the hearthrug in front of the fire.

In yet another surprise for Dave there were two women in the room. One he now knew to be Christine Waverley but the other was a stranger. She was a slim, athletic looking woman with short dark hair. She appeared to be wearing a long black silk kimono with a Chinese design on it. She wore a pair of high-heeled leather boots that must have been at least knee high as they disappeared under the black silky material. Dave couldn’t help but stare at her and, unwittingly he caught her eye before quickly looking away and, as he did so, he felt as if her glare looked right through him. She got up out of her chair and went over to stand in front of Dave.

“On your knees, you pathetic little worm.” She snarled. Dave hurried to comply. “Mistress Christine has told me all about your sneaking around spying on innocent women. However, as her tastes tend towards the Sapphic she’s asked me to come over and deal with you. I’m Mistress Joanne and you will address me as Madam. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will obey every order instantly and without question. Is that understood.”

“Yes. Yes, Madam.” Dave mumbled.

“Look at you, you’re just a grubby little schoolboy who gets his dirty little kicks from creeping around in the bushes being a peeping tom. Mistress Christine tells me that you had your trousers round your ankles when she found you. I just bet you were wanking away, tugging at the pathetic little dick of yours. That’s the only way you’ll ever get your kicks, no real woman would ever be interested in a filthy disgusting creep such as you. So, why should I bother? Why should I waste my time punishing you when it won’t do any good?”

“Please, Madam, I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want.” Swept away by the torrent of verbal abuse Dave did feel small, pathetic and unworthy in front of this magnificent woman who was berating him so. He was expecting physical punishment but this was somehow far more powerful. And still, despite his self-doubt, this feeling that he was indeed a dirty little schoolboy that needed punishing, his penis didn’t seem to have got the message and was standing stiff and proud before him.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Mistress Joanne turned to Mistress Christine. “Shall we go to the stables?”

“Of course.” Mistress Christine stood up and went over to the French windows. She opened them wide and went out on to the lawn. Without another glance at Dave, Mistress Joanne followed leaving Jenny to take Dave by the lead and follow them out. They went around the side of the house and crossed the yard to the outbuildings. Mistress Christine unlocked the stable door and they followed her in.

Dave looked around him. He could see why the door had been locked, this was very much a private area. The stables had been renovated as much as the house and garden and all but two of the stalls had been removed. The floors were smooth brick and the whole place was spotlessly clean. He could see the sulky, and another like it, over in a corner, wooden horses, stocks and the like were arranged in neat stacks and various leather items hung from hooks around the walls. Jenny, without being asked, fetched a horse with a padded leather top and placed it in front of Dave before going over and standing next to Mistress Christine. Mistress Joanne went over to the collection of whips, canes, riding crops and other similar instruments that hung on a series of hooks.

“Now then, what shall we use today? The crop, maybe?” She took it down and flicked it a couple of times. “Have you ever been punished before?”

“No, Madam.” Dave flinched at the sound of the crop swishing through the air.

“Maybe this is a little harsh for a punishment virgin like you. How about the cane?” She swapped the crop for a cane which was one of the old fashioned bendy school ma’am varieties. “Yes, this will do. Now lets get you sorted.”

She undid the tie of the kimono and shrugged it off. Dave gasped and sunk to his knees. She was wearing some sort of leather corset which stretched from her breasts to her groin, which it completely covered.  The boots were knee length and tight fitting; her thighs were encased in black stockings held up by suspenders which hung from the corset. Even without the heels she was tall, and with them she towered over Dave, making him feel even smaller and insignificant. Dave felt overwhelmed, he had never seen a woman look so strong, so dominant, so powerful. Ever since he had arrived he had been in awe of these women; even the youngest, Jenny, was so much more sophisticated, so much more mature, so much more sexually experienced that he felt, in contrast, like a lost little child, but it was a child lost in the sweet shop; feelings he’d never felt before boiled within him, awaking new desires, new appetites he’d never known he’d had. All he could do was bow down and worship.

“Did I tell you to kneel? I don’t think I did. Now get yourself over that horse immediately and stop wasting my time.”

Dave got back on his feet and bent over the horse. It was sufficiently high that when he was bent over it both his hands and his feet were off the ground so it was a bit of a scramble to get into position. He wasn’t surprised to find that it had clips which attached to his wrist and ankle cuffs which were then adjusted until he was stretched tightly across the horse and held firmly in place.

Swish – THWACK! With no warning, no preamble, the first blow fell. Dave felt as if a line of fire had been lain across his buttocks. His whole body jerked against the restraints but he was held fast and going nowhere.

Swish – THWACK! Swish – THWACK! There was no break between the blows, no respite, no chance to catch his breath. Dave lost all control, he screamed he begged, he cried; anything, anything to get it to stop. He’d heard the phrase ‘a world of pain’; now he was living in the red hot centre of one. But still, even though every nerve, every muscle screamed in torment, part of him was aware of how his struggles were rubbing his still hard penis against the leather of the horse.

Swish – THWACK! The last blow fell and the stables went quiet; quiet except for Dave’s sobbing. He lay physically, emotionally, spiritually exhausted, his whole being focused on the ball of fire that was his buttocks.

After a while he felt his hands, and then his feet being released. He slumped to the floor; the cool smooth bricks felt soothing against his battered flesh.

“Here, boy. Come and say ‘thank you’.” Dave looked up. Mistress Joanne was seated on a throne-like chair beckoning to him. He scuttled across the floor and knelt before her.

“Thank you, Mis…” Dave started but Mistress Joanne grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face into her lap. Her other hand reached down and unfastened a popper or something allowing the crotch piece of her corset to open and Dave found his face pushed into her groin. Feverishly he kissed her pubic mound. He knew he was supposed to do something but, in his naïve innocence he really didn’t know what. After a second or two Mistress Joanne pulled his face away from her.

“You don’t know what to do, do you? You don’t know how to honour a woman with your tongue.”  Mistress Joanne asked, slightly surprised.

“No, Madam.” Dave hung his face in shame.

“How sweet. You’ll have to learn and I’m going to have so much fun teaching you, but not now, not today. I need satisfying immediately, and, whether or not you’re man enough to do it, you’re all I’ve got. Do you think you’ve got the self control?”

“Self control? I don’t know, Madam.” Dave muttered, genuinely bemused.

“You really are a virgin, aren’t you? You’ve never been with a woman before.” The surprise was evident in Mistress Joanne’s voice.

“Yes, Madam.” Now Dave really was embarrassed. His face felt nearly as hot and red as his bottom.

“Well, well, well; there’s a turn up for the books. Our snooper is a sweet little virgin. Well, you won’t be one for long, but make a mess of this and you’ll wish you’d never been born. There’s a low bench over there, the padded one. Fetch it over.”

Dave did as he was told. The bench was maybe a foot high, four feet wide, and seven feet long and covered with padded leather. Again he wasn’t surprised to see that there were chains at various points waiting to be attached to wrist and ankle cuffs. He brought it over and, at a word from Mistress Joanne, lay down on it. He winced as his buttocks touched the leather but managed to stifle the yelp of pain. Mistress Joanne fastened the chains and he lay spread-eagled, face up awaiting her pleasure. She disappeared for a moment and when she returned he felt her playing with his penis and he realised that she was fitting a condom. Then she knelt over him and reached down and took him in her hands.

“Well, my pretty little virgin, this is it, today you become a man. But remember, this is for my pleasure, not yours. If you come before I say so, if you can’t control your lust, I’ll make your life a misery, and trust me, that’s no idle threat.”

She rubbed the tip of his penis up and down the lips of her vagina and then, in one smooth movement, she slid it deep, deep inside her and settled on him like a nesting bird. At first she hardly moved, just gently rocking backwards and forwards whilst playing with herself, one hand on her clitoris, the other on her breasts, Slowly but surely she increased the tempo and Dave was having to use all he had to control himself; this was so much better than anything he had ever felt before.

Mistress Joanne leaned forward and, resting her hands on his shoulders, looked straight into his eyes.

“You’re scum, you’re filth, you’re the dirt beneath my feet. I wouldn’t use you as a doormat, you worthless piece of muck!” She hissed between clenched teeth. She was now moving in long smooth strokes and Dave felt as if he were going to explode at any moment. Desperately he struggled to hold himself back.

“But, filth, you’ll come crawling back, crawling on your belly through the dirt, begging me for my favours, begging me to even notice you. You’ll give everything you’ve got just to be allowed to drink my piss. Won’t you worm!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress Joanne’s eyes clouded over, Dave could feel her internal muscles grasping him tighter. Her breathing was shallow and fast, feverishly she drove herself down on him.

“YES!, YES, NOW!” Just as Dave could hold back no more she climaxed and as Dave pumped load after load of sperm from his prick she pushed herself down onto him again and again until, finally sated, she collapsed forward on top of him.

For several moments the two of them just lay there, catching their breath, coming down from the high. Then Mistress Joanne slipped off him, stood up and, without another word, fetched her kimono, put it on and left. Still fastened spread-eagled on the bench, still with the condom on his now flaccid penis, Dave lay there in the silent stables.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Jenny appeared, leaning over him, unfastening the chains. Although she was still dressed in her maid’s uniform she was looking more than a little dishevelled. It would appear that Mistress Christine and Jenny had been far from passive spectators and had been enjoying themselves in their own way. Once he was free they tidied away the horse and the bench and picked up the cane from where Mistress Joanne had dropped it. With the stables now spotless again Jenny took Dave by the hand and let him back to the changing room.

“You had best have a shower.” She told him. “There’s shampoo and shower gel on the shelf. I’ll fetch a clean towel.”

Dave washed himself gingerly. His buttocks were still sore, and were going to remain so for some time, but the shower reinvigorated him. When he emerged Jenny was waiting with the towel. Again Dave expected to be left alone but Jenny stayed with him and helped him dress.

“That’s better.” Jenny said once he had finished. “Now you’re ready to rejoin the ladies. You know where to go; down the hall, second on the left.”

Dave went of down the hall and knocked on the second door on the left. Instead of the imperious ‘Come’ he and Jenny had got last time a cheery ‘Come in’ invited him into the room. It was obvious he wasn’t the only one who had showered; Mistress Joanne was now dressed in a loose jogging outfit. It said a lot for her class and style that she still looked regal, even in such casual clothing.

“Ah, David, come on in. How our little not-a-virgin-anymore?” Mistress Christine laughed.

“I’m fine, Madam”  Dave replied.

“Oh, you can drop the ‘Madam’ now. We’re only formal when we’re in punishment mode. Chris and Jo will be fine.”

“How’s the bottom?” Jo chipped in. “Did I spice it up enough for you?”

“You were incredible.” Dave replied. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“So I gather. Here, come and sit down.” Jo patted the seat next to her. “You’ll find the sofa’s quite soft.”

At that moment Jenny entered carrying a tray with a bottle of white wine and four glasses. She poured out the drinks and the four of them settled down to chat. Dave noticed that, although Jenny was no longer in ‘maid’ or ‘pony’ role she still sat on the floor next to Chris’s feet. For a while they just chatted but Dave did get the feeling he was being gently interrogated, or maybe checked out would be more accurate.

“Look,” Chris said to Dave eventually, “the thing is, well, Jo and I have a sort of club. Just a few of us and it’s very, very, discrete, but we all enjoy the same soft of games. You blundered in on Jen and myself at play so you know the sort of thing we like; well, sometimes it’s best with just two and sometimes we like to have a little party, a pony show if you will. How about it, how about seeing what it’s like as a pony boy.”

“I’d take a special interest in your training.” Jo purred. She reached forward and stroked the top of Dave’s thigh. “That was quite an impressive display of self control you showed back there. I think you would make a very suitable candidate.”

“What can I say.” Dave spluttered. “I’d love to. Yes.”

“Well, that calls for a drink. Jenny, be a love and fetch another bottle. Let’s make it champagne this time. We’ll drink the health of the pony club’s newest member.”