MIRIAM BAUDELAIRE<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Schoolmaam_Look_01.jpg)<br/><br/>From the house (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41483.msg2179544#msg2179544), the stable block lay in a hollow of land down to the left of the rear of the school. Beyond them the driveway continued down the hill to the beach and though I was tempted to get some sun I'd save that for later - or the weekend. Right now it was time to do some work.<br/><br/>The stable block had an open courtyard surfaced with granite sets, the individual stables arranged along two sides, smelling very horsey. On the third side was the training hall, a large covered area, weatherproof and with a stone floor covered by a shallow layer of straw and sawdust to protect the horses hooves. It made a good surface for schoolgirls in high heels too; firm to stand on but protective enough when they fell. There was a horse training beam in the room, a metal-shod wooden arm some forty feet long fixed to the ceiling, that rotated. From each end a light chain was hung, the idea being that the horses' bridle was connected so the animal could only walk or trot in a circle. The trainer, armed with a crop or long whip, then taught the animal basic pacing and movements.<br/><br/>You could of course, as I liked to, train fillies of another sort using this device. Walking, posture, running, obeying basic commands, even jumps - yes, some jumps today would be good exercise for Claudia.<br/><br/>Mio had arrived ahead of me and had spruced herself up remarkably given the ordeal she'd suffered last night. Her hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail, her face was scrubbed and shining and her make-up not too heavy. She'd put on a white cotton shirt, a red riding jacket exquisitely tailored, and her fine soft sand-coloured jodhpurs, the tight pants fitting her awesome little rear and firm thighs in a most becoming manner. She looked fucking hot and no doubt about it. She had her own riding crop.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Ohayo, Mistress!"</em></strong>she beamed at me, happy and bubbly as ever.<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning, Mio, my word you look delicious this morning, planning on doing some riding later?"</strong>I walked over to her, grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back hard, going down on her mouth for a long deep wet kiss, my other hand circling her small waist and pulling her against me. She moaned and melted in my arms, kissing me back eagerly, our tongues playing.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Hai, Mistress,"</em></strong>she moaned into my mouth when I let her go for a second or two,<strong><em>"If Mistress will let me."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yes, I might have a filly for you to mount, or perhaps a stallion if you're a good girl."</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"Uhmm, yessh,"</em></strong>she moaned again. I went back for more, happily making love to her mouth while clutching at her backside for the few minutes until the others arrived.