Lady Charlotte and the Groom
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
Lady Charlotte displays her usual cavalier attitude towards gelding the \'livestock\' she owns.
` Lady Charlotte arrives at the stables for an invigorating afternoon ride;
the memory of the momings 'ride' with Melanie still fresh in her mind. `

She stoops to flick a speck of dust from her boots and immediately senses a
young groom's eyes eroding the taut cloth of her brilliant white jodphurs.

With a single movement she stands, twists around and slashes her riding crop
across his left cheek, eliciting a screech of agony.

She grabs him by the hair and thrusts the crop beneath his chin to force his
head back. The young male, paralysed with pain and fear, makes no attempt to
resist.

She brings her face very close to his; then, gazing down at him, says, evenly:
"You were ogling me, weren't you?"

"N... No, My Lady," he replies hoarsely, the crop constricting his larynx.

"Yes you were. You were staring at my arse; and no doubt dreaming sordid
little fantasies about it." He tries to repeat his denial but the riding crop
is now choking him, preventing speech and even the shaking of his head.

Lady Charlotte takes his silence for an admission of guilt. "So," she says. "A
pervert." She raises her right knee swiftly and with experienced accuracy into
the young man's groin, crushing his genitals. He would scream did she not
retain her stranglehold; and that same grip keeps him on his feet allowing her
to repeat the blow a second and then a third time.

Lady Charlotte leaves the groom beside the stables, close to passing out. She
untethers Beauty, her new stallion, mounts him and rides out into the paddock
for a round over the jumps.

The youngster cost nearly two hundred thousand pounds but he is headstrong and
needs frequent reminders with the crop along his flanks. Despite Lady
Charlotte's expertise he still manages to bring down two of the fences. After
half an hour of rigorous exercise she trots him back to the stables, convinced
as to the ideal remedy for his inadequacles.

The chastised groom has recovered his senses and he is quick to kneel in the
dust beside the horse to allow Lady Charlotte to stand on him whilst
dismounting.

"He needs gelding," she says, easily. "I shall telephone the vet now... Have
him ready for her arrival in half an hour." "Yes, my lady."

She turns and walks away towards the house. The groom, pretending to busy
himself with the horse, takes the opportunity for another sly glance at her
delightful but utterly untouchable behind. Again, Lady Charlotte's sixth sense
alerts her to his intrusive gaze. She halts, turns and smiles - wide mouthed
and bright eyed.

"Perverts and headstrong horses," she says... "When the vet has finished with
Beauty she can start on you." She allows her eyes to drop for a fraction of a
second to the groom's groin, illustrating her meaning, then tosses her head
back in a burst of wholesome laughter.

She turns and walks very slowly towards the house, listening to the repetitive
and increasingly hysterical pleas from the man who still cannot help but watch
her gently rolling buttocks.

  

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