Jan's Ride Ch. 01-02

Part 1

Jan sat pensively at the large oak table in her farmhouse kitchen. She was looking at the distant view across the flat misty early autumn fields. She was dressed in her tight grey riding breeches and a baggy white blouse, her light brown medium length hair tied back in a pony tail. She was small 5'5", lightly tanned, slim, skinny even, and fifty-two. She heard movement from upstairs, a door closed and footsteps, quick ones, skipping down the creaking low stepped staircase. The feet clicked across the hard hall floor and into the dining area of the kitchen.

Jan looked up. A tall slim fit woman of about nineteen, Emma, entered the room and smiled slightly.

"He's ready mum... he's all yours."

"Thank you darling, I really do appreciate this you know..."

"Its fine, I would rather be out riding today anyway" she replied briskly and paused to a pull a close fitting riding jacket over her roll neck white top.

"Jasper... I mean," she added quickly smiling at her mother...

"I know darling," said Jan sweetly.

"Is he secure?"

"Quite, and blindfolded as I said he would be."

"I made clear that when I came back I would not be speaking to him, so you won't have any problems on that score."

"'Shades of Grey' has a lot to answer for," said Jan thoughtfully. She had bought and enjoyed a copy of the novel, and remembered just how much clothes washing her reading had generated. Emma borrowed it and shared some of the material with her boyfriends in turn. But there was an important twist in her interpretation of the book; She would be cracking the whip and wearing the trousers whilst they didn't.

"It's all the trend now it seems, even with you youngsters."

Her daughter smiled and continued,

"And he is expecting some harsh treatment, I have been quizzing him for about a week now since the party." Emma added.

"He's read the book and is well into the idea. Anyway I suppose you will find out if he really is or not. And...(she added more gently)... I know it's been a long time mum since, you know, so I hope you enjoy it as much as you deserve."

Emma had been dating a series of boys from her college but only for a few weeks at most at a time and then moving on to the next fresh faced youth. She had brought them home a couple of times each, before dismissing them. On each occasion her mother had been excited and then a little distressed as each boytfriend came and went. It had eventually come to a head a couple of weeks back in a stand up row with her eldest, Emma. They were in the kitchen when Jan had finally spelt out her increasing frustration at the situation. She hadn't had a relationship, a sexual one, with a male for some years now, but in the past few months her daughter had enjoyed several. Her mother had found this by turns slightly irritating, disturbing and often somewhat arousing. Her juices had finally got flowing as of old and during the row she had felt bold enough to spell out her basic needs to her eldest.

Emma showed the maturity of her young years; listening carefully and sympathetically to her mother's plight. Finally she had agreed to share her 'brief'' boyfriends, with her mother. Ben, upstairs, tied to the iron bedstead in Emm's room, was to be the first.

Jan had seen him arrive, peeping from behind nearly closed shutters she had watched him emerge from the cab, a tall slim lad young for eighteen and ready for university later that year. Fresh innocent clean cut smooth and very pliable she thought. Emma had seen to that. She treated them mean and kept them keen. Ben had been promised some of Emma's treatment she reserved for 'bad boys' and poor Ben who knew little better had swallowed the lot. Not that it was a heap of lies, he was going to be getting it, but not from Emma, rather, he was to be reserved for the punishment from and pleasure of, her mother, Jan.

"Enjoy your ride darling," said Jan.

"You too mum," said Emma kissing her mother gently.

She slipped out of the back door dressed for a long ride on her horse Jasper.

Jan downed the rest of her sherry, rolled up the sleeves of her blouse to her elbows to show she meant business and, picking up a pair of tight black leather gloves slipped them on to her small, strong hands. She glanced up at the ceiling and rose from her seat by the table... And speaking slowly forcefully, but very quietly she said to the room,

"I'm coming for you young man, ready or not."

End of Part 1

Jan's Ride

Part 2

The bedroom shutters were open wide. Through the window there was a scene of mellow autumn fruitfulness across the fields. Fruits of all sorts were ripe and ready for the plucking. It was with this in mind that Jan neared and the gently turned the handle of the door to the bedroom. Although she believed her daughter's account of his restraints, she didn't want to take any chances and only very slowly eased the stripped wood paneled door open and peeped through the tiny strip of a crack.

She could see a figure on the bed, on his front, stretched out with his head on a pillow by the metal bedstead, his legs spread wide to each corner of the double bed. The figure's head was covered in a black cloth, a pump bag she thought. It looked like Emm's old sports bag, the one that stank of dirty socks, sweaty vests and damp panties... Jan was relieved he was indeed blindfolded and probably couldn't smell much else apart from the bag's old contents.

Jan slipped around the door and turned to face the bed. She heard the bed springs creak as the youth shifted on the mattress, disturbed by the slight sound of Jan's arrival.

She gasped at the sight. There in front of her, in his underwear, was the lad she had seen earlier leaving the cab.

"Gosh," she thought,

"He's fitter and hotter than I had realized in his baggy clothes. He is gorgeous close up... Smooth, slim, with toned arms stretched above his head and pulled out by some of Emm's thick bridle cord to the bed frame... His spread thighs tied off in similar fashion lower down...with flawless skin."

He realized that someone had entered the room.

"Emm, is that you?" Came his slightly muffled voice, turning his head and trying to see.

Jan didn't answer, and Emma would not have either, as she had warned him earlier.

Jan ignored him and getting closer she saw the lads twin buns, small firm and encased in close fitting sky blue boxers. Even as she stared she saw them stir as he clenched one then the other then both. They looked ready for a smack she thought, and certainly ready for massaging. His back was long but covered in an equally close fitting t shirt, the cloth riding up a little to reveal his slim frame.

Jan's gaze traveled over the thighs of the lad as they parted and down to his ankles where the cord pulled them widely apart towards opposite corners of the bottom of the double bed iron frame. He looked totally helpless and very 'have able'. A very tasty morsel. He would never know that it was Emma's mum rather than Emma herself, who would taste his fruits, but she would have to be careful.

"Oh yeah sorry Emm, I remember now you said you wouldn't be talking to me would you when you came back..."

He breathed deeply and Jan looking along his length sighed longingly at the delicious youth before her.

Jan's gaze came back up his spread-eagled form and paused again at his bottom. He was shifting again she thought. Whilst she wondered what might be happening to him around the front she could see nothing.

"Nothing like giving the youth of today a helping hand," she thought. And smiling to herself she reached forward. In a quick movement she slid a gloved hand from the bared small of his back up and over the white cloth of his cotton t-shirt towards his neck. She hadn't felt anyone so firm and fit since her twenties, he was gorgeous. Then she moved off up his left arm from shoulder to elbow to wrist: His skin, so cool and smooth: Delightful.

Ben groaned and wriggled at the sudden intervention of the leather gloved hand on his body. He turned his head to face his 'tormentor' half trying to see the hand. Jan withdrew and simply watched in wonder as this small contribution on her part moved him into higher gear. The boy was becoming more agitated, twitching, stiffening; even as she watched.

Barely conscious of what she was feeling Jan found herself moistening her lips with her tongue. She wondered again how his rich dark red tip would taste, assuming it were that colour. She found herself bobbing her head down between his thighs to see what might be going on as a result of her ministrations.

Popping cherries had never looked so good she thought but there was nothing to be seen to have emerged. She pondered if she should take a mouthful if the chance arose. May be she should indulge in a nibble or even a playful bite of his, in the spirit of Shades of Grey, if it came her way...

She touched her hand on his neck and slipped it up the back of his head through the pump bag. Then slowly and more firmly she slipped it onto his neck, pressing down and sliding along the centre of his back. She reached his shorts and paused. She looked again at his shifting buttocks and then moved her gloved hand first over his right cheek, grabbing its form firmly and sliding her hand down to the top the thigh. She lifted her hand off, then suddenly brought it down quickly to give him harsh smack on his bottom.

There was a yelp.

"Wow Emm that was a surprise..." said Ben loudly.

Jane smiled very slightly and raising her gloved hand again brought it down sharply in the same place. Another yelp.

"Hey... Oh yes, I love it," he said.

Jane repeated her move and then patting his right cheek moved to the left.

Three increasingly firm smacks later and her small hand was aching a little.

"This was supposed to hurt him not me," she thought. She glanced around the room and it was then that she spied a little array of toys and tools.

"Emma is such a thoughtful daughter," thought Jane.

Jane straightened and moved over to the dressing table. There was Emm's first riding crop, a threadbare ping pong bat, her wooden handled hairbrush, and a thin leather belt, There was nothing weird or out of the ordinary, they were regular objects, but Jane felt that they would ease the hurt to herself. In fact it was their ordinariness which added to the potential for delight, she thought. Glancing back at the boy's firm buttocks in their small blue shorts, she wondered which one she should start with.

The bat had been quite noisy, but the whip was quieter it had the added benefit of 'licking' its tongue up and down his skin when not being flicked harshly against his trussed form. The caresses clearly aroused the lad almost as much as the flicks.

Her work was bringing the boy slowly to the boil, his fidgeting and moaning gave that away, but it was only when Jan sat on her daughter's desk chair in the corner of her bedroom that she realized the effects it was having on her as well. As she parted her own thighs she felt a heavy warm trickle of juices sluice out gently from her sodden and now matted mangrove tangle into her tight panties and as she gasped silently she could almost hear herself squelch.

"Wow" she thought, "that hasn't happened for a long time."

END of part 2