From: ginger30@aol.com (Ginger30)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Unbroken Pony
Date: 6 Sep 1994 23:11:06 -0400
Message-ID: <34jb0a$si4@search01.news.aol.com>

Hey all, I'm back from the wilds of Michigan where I got some very good
work done on my book but there were some moments, late into the night,
when words of another nature came tripping off my fingertips... hope you
like the results.


                         Unbroken Pony

 "Annabelle  Haige, what were you thinking?"  Lil cried desperately as she
helped the dusty fourteen year old into the house.  "Your uncle told you
not to go near that stallion, its an unbroken horse, and what do you do? 
You mount him the moment Jon left for the train station."  She glared at
the pretty redhead.   "You're lucky you didn't break your neck on that
fall!"
 The girl rubbed her bottom ruefully, pleased it was impossible to break
one's backside since that was the part of her which hit the dirt first
when the damned horse bucked.  
 Her aunt scolded on as she wiped the grim from Annabelle's face with an
edge of her long skirt.  "And what if you had cracked a limb?  What would
I tell your mother, I'd like to know?  She leaves you with us for a week
and returns to find you with a broken leg or worse?!  I know Jon told you
not to go near that horse, I heard him with my own ears.  I also heard him
say he'd wallop you good if you did."
 "Oh, Lil."  Annabelle turned her big blue eyes appealingly onto her young
aunt.  "I'm sorry I worried you."
 "Worried me?  My heart nearly stopped when I rounded the barn and saw
that stallion throw you!"
 "Yes, I'm very sorry, so sorry, but please, can't we keep it between us."
"You mean not tell Jon?"  Lil's stomach flipped at the thought.  She'd
only been married six weeks and she rather hated the thought of lying to
her new husband.  He was such a good man.  He'd saved his own money to buy
this ranch and he worked it diligently but still always found the time and
energy to pay passionate attention to her.  
 Lil bit her lip in consternation.  "I can't not tell him, Annabelle."
 "But, Lil, he'll take off his belt and whip me!"
 "Don't be silly, Jon would do no such thing." 
 "Oh, yes, he will!  He has before!"
This was news to Lil!  She couldn't even imagine her loving husband
swinging a belt.  Oh, she'd seen him get angry alright, like the night
she'd allowed Clay Thomas to press a small kiss to her lips as they sat on
the porch while the rest of the town enjoyed the Virginia Reel.  Jon had
stepped out of the shadows and said nothing, he couldn't, they weren't
even engaged then, but he'd given Clay such a fierce look the smaller man
made his excuses and left the dance.  Then, Lil got angry.  It was very
high handed of Jon to ruin her fun, even if she did know she was already
in love with him and he'd proved it that very minute too, by ignoring her
scolding, pulling her into his arms and kissing her so deliciously she
forgot Clay Thomas ever existed.  She and Jon were married the next week.
Lil sighed.  She'd only moved to this town three months ago.  She supposed
there was a great deal about her husband she had yet to learn and if
Annabelle said he'd spank her, well...
 Annabelle saw the waring emotions flit across Lil's face.  "Please, I
promise never to do such a thing again."
"Well, if you promise..."  Lil was still uncertain of the wisdom of her
choice.
 "Oh, I promise but so must you.  Not to tell Jon and not to tell my
mother either."
 Lil thought of the energetic blonde that was Jon's sister.  She did want
to be friends with that beautiful woman and Lil supposed letting Annabelle
fall off a horse while she was under Lil's supervision did not make for a
good impression.  "Alright Annabelle, I promise I won't say a word to
either of them." 
 "Now, Jon," a soft voice spoke from the open door behind them, which had
both turning fast, "it is Annabelle's fault.  She can wheedle honey from a
bee."
Jon did not answer as he propped his shoulder against the doorframe and
pinned his wife with an unreadable expression.  Lil had seen a similar
sheen in his eyes during heated lovemaking but somehow she did not think
desire was what fueled that intense gaze just now.
 "Mama!"  Annabelle squeaked.  "You're back."
 "Just in time too, it seems.  How did you get that rip in your skirt,
miss?  No, don't lie to me, we've been standing here a full five minutes
listening to you brow beat your aunt."
Kristin walked swiftly across the kitchen and grabbed her errant daughter
by a pigtail.  "I belive you're owed one spanking if I'm not mistaken. 
Jon, would you like to see it done?"
 Jon directed his cool attention to his niece who stammered apologies
while trying to back out of her mother's hold.
 "No, Kristin," Jon drawled easily, "She was only under my care while you
were in Denver."  He straightened, never taking his eyes from Annabelle's.
 "She's your daughter, you do as you see fit." 
 Kristin gave a sharp nod at her brother's words and turned to Lil.  "Have
you got a hairbrush?"  
 Before Lil could catch her breath to reply, Annabelle started up a shrill
pleading.  "No, mommy, not a hairbrush.  No, I'm so sorry!  I only wanted
to try the pony, I--"
 Her mother gave Annabelle's auburn braid a yank.  "Hush up or I'll borrow
your uncle's belt."
 "Lil," Jon spoke quietly but firmly from across the room.  "Fetch Kristin
your hairbrush."  Lil took one look at his face and decided there was no
point in arguing.  She'd done all she could to save Annabelle's hide today
and there was no way she was going to antagonize her husband further.
 When Lil darted upstairs, Kristin turned to her brother.  "I can see
you're angry with Lil but really, Jon--"
 "My wife is my business, Kristin."
 His sister decided not to press the point, she knew that look of her
brother's only too well besides she had her own daughter to attend to, and
attend to Annabelle she did.  She hauled the girl across the large room to
the trencher table and took a seat on the wide wooden bench, pulling her
girl across her lap.
 "No, mommy, please, not here!  Please, take me home first!  Please,
punish me at home!"  Annabelle didn't dare kick or struggle, she knew what
that would get her, nothing good.  But she did cry out as her mother drew
up her long skirts and commanded Annabelle roll to her side so the ties of
her pantalets could be unfastened.  She squealed even louder as her mother
yanked the flimsy cotton garment to her knees and poor Annabelle's white
bottom was bared before her handsome uncle's eyes. 
 This was the sight which met Lil when she came silently down the stairs,
wood backed hairbrush in hand.  Annabelle laid docily across her mother's
lap, bare bottom upturned and awaiting ministration, while Kristin rolled
up the sleeve of her yellow traveling dress and scolded her daughter
harshly about obeying her elders.  Lil felt positively faint as she
watched Jon's sister raise her right palm high, to her shoulder, and bring
it down upon Annabelle's placid backside.  The girl squeaked and called
over her shoulder, "Please, mommy, I'm so sorry..."
 Kristin paid no heed as she smacked the girl's naughty seat again and
again.  Lil pressed herself to the wall, wide eyed and intent.  Her blood
coursing through her body with a speed and heat she'd only experienced at
night when her husband thrust his stiff cock into her slick sheath.
 "Lil."  Jon's voice sounded like a gunshot to her jangled nerves.  She
found him, now with one foot on a stool his forearm bent casually across
his knee, "Give my sister the brush."
Kristin stopped slapping Annabelle's rosy bottom and held out her hand. 
Lil's legs felt as though they were filled with buckshot as she crossed
the room and delivered up the dark hairbrush.  She glanced down at
Annabelle's writhing form, noting how the girl hooked one foot over the
other ankle to keep her legs from kicking.  This trick also kept her
thighs pressed tightly together so her modesty was somewhat preserved. 
More interesting was the trembling of Annabelle's nether cheeks, as though
she wiggled and squirmed just enough to relieve some of the pain, but
without enough of a struggle to be accused of fighting her mother. 
 Lil stepped back as Kristin swung her hairbrush high, holding it for just
a second before swooping in down in a wide arc to connect with Annabelle's
tender flesh just at the base of her bottom.  That set the girl into
motion.  Her right hand flew back as she squealed and pummeled her toes
upon the wooden floor.
 Kristin took hold of her daughter's wrist and pinned it to the small of
her back, bringing the broad hairbrush down for another obviously painful
swat if Annabelle's scream meant anything.
 Jon watched with interest as his young wife stumbled back to her place
along the wall, her eyes never leaving Annabelle's bouncing, unhappy seat.
 With four sisters, dozens of cousins and nieces of all sizes and age, Jon
knew well the howls of a thoroughly spanked girl.  What was curious to him
now was the effect his niece's spanking was having upon his sensual wife. 
Lil's smooth cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her eyes wide and
dazed, her nipples tightened visibly under the snug cotton of her dress. 
Seeing her thus was enough to make him randy as hell.   However, he
thought as he glanced back at the good, hard smacks Kristin was applying
to the squirming bottom over her knee, there was something he was going to
take care of first, before he took his pretty wife to bed. 
 When if was finally over, when Kristin finally set the brush aside and
allowed Annabelle to rise, Lil felt a small sting of disappointment.  It
only lasted an instant, however, as a new electrical current flashed
through her loins when Annabelle began to hop and stamp, holding her
glowing bottom cheeks tight in each hand while sobbing lustily.  Kristin
allowed her to indulge in this performance for a moment before she took
hold of Annabelle's arm and told her to straighten up and listen up.  "You
apologize to your uncle for being a such a disobedient girl, you collect
your things and you get yourself into the cart outside.  Do you hear me?"
When the door closed behind them, Lil felt Jon's stare upon her.  She had
barely been able to speak when Kristin said goodbye and thank you while
shooting her sympathetic glances.  What those looks could mean, Lil did
not want to guess.  But here she was alone with her husband again,
something they'd been waiting for for days because the walls of their
small house were thin, and there was nothing more Lil wanted than for Jon
to unbutton her dress and fasten his warm mouth to her soft breast, but,
even without lifting her head, Lil knew that at this moment, there was a
glimmer in Jon's amber eyes which had nothing to do with passion.
"Were you spanked as a girl, Lil?"  His voice made her jump.
 "What?  No, never." She answered honestly.  Could he tell Annabelle's
punishment had affected her?  No, he couldn't possibly guess, not unless
he slid his fingers into her pantalets and that didn't seem to be on his
mind just now if the stern quality in his voice was any clue.
 "I didn't think so.  Lil, look at me."
 She didn't want to, she was too ashamed at her own thrill of desire, too
acutely aware of his irritation with her.
 "Lil?"
 It wasn't a question, it was a command.  She lifted her eyes then and
gripped the sideboard for balance.  Oh yes, she'd been correct, Jon was
still and he was cool, both sure signs of something simmering hot within. 

 "Were you going to tell me of Annabelle's ride today?"
 "Uhm..."  She knew there was only one correct answer to that question,
she also knew she'd be catching herself in a lie if she voiced it.
"Are you one of the children, Lil, or are you one of the adults?"  His
voice was low, harsh.
 "Jon, that's not fair.  She made me promise not to tell."
 "Yes, I heard her and I expected to hear you tell her to stop behaving
like a brat and to sit in the corner until I got home or something
similar.  But that isn't what you did, was it, dear?  Instead you allowed
her to think that it is alright to play one adult off another one.  That
she can get away with blatantly disobeying me--"
 "I didn't tell her that!"  Lil defended.
 "Didn't you?"  Jon's brows drew up in mock inquiry.  "Not in so many
words, perhaps..."
 "Oh, Jonny, I'm sorry."
 "No, Lil, I'm sorry."
 She swallowed hard, knowing she didn't want to ask it.  "For what?"
 "For having to be the first man to give you a spanking."
 "What?!"
 "Come here, Lily."  He spoke firmly, implacably.
 "No, you've got to be joking.  I'm not some child."
 "But you've just behaved as though you were a child, Lil, as though you
were Annabelle's playmate, covering for her, lying to me."
 "But--"
 "Maybe if you share in Annabelle's punishment, you won't be so willing to
give in to her the next time."
 Lil took one look at the tight, resigned line that was Jon's mouth and
considered racing for the door.
 "Do you really think you can out run me, wife?"
 Blast the man for guessing her intentions but then, she probably wasn't
the first female to consider running from a spanking and, if Annabelle was
to believed, Jon had some experience with punishing naughty girls. 
Probably vast experience, Lil thought with a surge of irritation.  She'd
be damned if she were going to end up as just another bare bottom over his
knee!
 "I'm going to count to five, Lil, and if you don't come over here
yourself, I will come get you and I will use your own hairbrush to spank
you instead of the back of my hand."
 She glanced at his broad palm, held deceptively loose at his side while a
shiver curled through her insides.  Some choice!  
 "One."
And all she did was promise to keep a brat's secret!  She realized then
with resentment, Annabelle was a brat. 
 "Two."
  Jon had told his niece at least three times to keep away from that wild
horse.  
 "Three."
 Annabelle had been warned and she deserved every smack she'd gotten and
more because now Lil, out of misplaced loyalty, was going to end up in the
same position.
 "Four."
 He wasn't bluffing and Lil knew it.
 "Fi-"
 "Alright, alright!"  She moved quickly from behind the sideboard to stand
in front of him where she could have sworn for the briefest second she saw
a smile cross his lips but it was gone now, for Jon looked cool and
determined as he took her arm and led her to the stool by the fire. 
 "Jon, I'm not your daughter or your niece,"  she cried, pulling back as
he sat on the stool, "I'm your wife."
 "Yes, a wife who has a lot to learn."  With this said, he gave a jerk of
his wrist which sent her spilling over his lap, all her flounces and
ribbon fluttering as she settled into place.
 Jon's hand was instantly at the hem of her skirt, tugging it up her back
and over her shoulders.  How Annabelle endured this indignity without
fighting, Lil couldn't guess as she had already begun to squirm.
 Jon was well aquatinted with the fastenings of Lil's undergarments having
helped her off with them many a time but never had he done it so matter of
factly and never had he looked so grim as he exposed her delicious white
flesh.  
 "No, Jon, not like this!"
 He patted Lil's naked, upturned bottom.  "Yes, Lil, exactly like this." 
He brought his hand up and delivered a swat she was never to forget. 
Weighty and stinging and instantly, painfully arousing.
 "Jon, you can't!"  She gasped.
 "Oh, yes, Lily, I can."
 He brought his wide palm down again in exactly the same place, the very
crease where her bottom curved into more sensitive areas.  Lil gasped from
the fire left by the blow.  She wiggled again but her strapping husband
held her easily over his knee, her hips positioned perfectly across his
hard right thigh, her bottom a perfect target for his fast descending
palm. 
The next smack sent Lil spilling forward with a gasp, her palms to the
floor.  Her long gold hair shook loose of its pins, shushed down her neck
and puddled on the rug.
 Jon's hand bit into her bottom flesh again, same spot, increased sting. 
She cried out this time and twisted to look back over her shoulder, just
in time to see him raise his hand again.
 "Wait, no, Jonny, I've had enough!"
 "Had enough?"  He met her eyes with a slight quirk of his generous mouth.
 "Wife, I've only just gotten started."  He smacked her bottom again and
was rewarded with a girlish yelp for his effort.
"No, please.  I can't bear this, I can't!"  She began to struggle then,
writhing from side to side.
 "I'm afraid you have no choice, dear."  He spanked her wiggling cheeks,
right then left, anticipating her every squirm.
 "No, no, no!  Jon, you're hurting me!"  She desperately tried to push
herself upright.
 SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.  "Yes, that's the point, sweetheart."
 The fire in her backside had reached an untenable level and as his palm
continued to rain down on her thighs, ass and hips, Lil actually sobbed
aloud.  That did not stop him or even slow him, if anything Jon picked up
speed, offering hot little spanks all over her bottom.  Lil bucked and
twisted in exactly the way he imagined the wild horse threw Annabelle.
"No - OW!"  She wailed.  "Pleeease, Jon!  I won't- AHH!  Oh, Jonny, 
PLEEAAASE!"
 Her struggles became frantic, as she kicked her feet high, rolled her
hips and pounded his left leg with her fist, but Jon found Lil much easier
to pin than he had his seventeen year old sister who received a walloping
from him just last spring.  Lil hadn't the experience in avoiding the
blows, so he was easily able to aim each meaty smack of his hand exactly
where he chose.  Of course, his seventeen year old sister's red bottom had
not quite the effect on him that Lil's was having now.  He was a
passionate man and he'd always been aware of the sensuality involved in a
paddling, but never had he found himself so rock hard that it was
difficult to concentrate on the task at hand.  Lil's waist was so very
small and her seat plumped out so appealingly, that he was tempted to stop
and rub that pair of fiery cheeks before he'd delivered a thorough
spanking.  A spanking long overdue in his estimation.
 His wife was a beautiful and headstrong woman and he loved her for it,
yet there were times she pushed a patient man too far.  He'd nearly turned
her over his knee at their wedding when she'd accidently-on-purpose dumped
her punch on a woman who'd kissed him too long in her estimation.  The
woman turned out to be his youngest sister, Lucy, who luckily, could see
the humor in having her best dress ruined.  Jon renewed his efforts on
Lil's bottom as she wailed and kicked and cursed him.  Yes, this spanking
was long overdue and he would simply have to ignore the insistent throb of
his loins for now.  Just as he made up his mind to do so, Lil lifted her
hips slightly as if directing his aim toward the lower part of her
backside.  The soft flesh there was already a mottled red but Jon obliged
her, delivering several hard smacks just at the spot on which she sat. 
Lil hollered and instantly ground her hips into his leg as if cringing
from his blows.
His hand was hot and sore from administering the spanking, so he continued
at a slower pace, but despite this, Lil's cries became wilder and her hips
rocked with a new intensity until she gasped and collapsed softly.   Jon
was stunned, open-mouthed astonished.  His palm hovered over her quivering
flesh for a moment before he slowly, unbelievingly traced his fingers over
the reddened crest of her left cheek, down the cleft of her ass to the
slick, silky skin of her pussy.  It was sopping, wetter than he'd ever
known her to get.  As he tucked his fingers into her, Lil bucked into his
hand, a low moan catching in the back of her throat.
 He swore softly, though belying his harsh words were the tender movements
of his fingers as he brought her to another climax while she was still
draped over his knee.  As Lil groaned with gusty relish, he pumped his
fingers in deeper and before he'd even realized she'd finished, she
scrambled from his lap to kneel between his legs.  Jon looked down on
Lil's lovely, flushed, tear-streaked face as she lifted her mouth for a
kiss.  He'd barely touched his tongue to hers when he felt her struggling
with the buttons on his trousers.  Lil made an impatient noise and broke
their kiss to set about freeing his cock, finally working his pants open
and drawing his hard shaft out.  Leaning forward quickly, her golden hair
spilled over her shoulders, over his thighs and she wrapped her hot, wet
mouth around the head of his cock and sucked it down her throat. 
 Jon's fingers dug into her shoulders and he threw back his head, crying
out at the intensity of sensation Lil created as she suckled passionately.
 She pushed his trousers open wider so she could stroke, press and tickle
his balls while she devoured him.  Jon forced his eyes open to look down
at the beautiful woman on her knees before him with her dress still
hitched up to her small waist and her sore ass fanned out behind her much
like a fiery red heart.  The sight pushed him over the edge.  Lil's mouth
closed in, picking up speed, as she recognized the tightening of his
balls.  Jon gripped her arms for balance, thrust upwards into her throat
and roared out in a pleasure which seemed to suspend time.  
When the emotion that pounded through his body waned slightly, he opened
his eyes to find his wife's liquid gaze upon him from her position between
his legs.  He could get stiff again simply from the way her breasts were
pressed to his balls.
 "Are you angry with me?"  She asked softly.
 He wanted to laugh.  Only she could come up with such a question at such
a moment.  He shook his head and Lil threw herself into his lap with a
force that nearly knocked him backward off the stool.  Lil straddled his
legs and sat with her belly pressed to his, her arms wrapped snugly around
his neck, her cold nose tickling the lobe of his ear as she breathed in
his scent.  Jon gathered her in even closer, sliding his palms down to
grip the swelling hot flesh of her ass. She squealed and tried to wiggle
out of his hold, but his hands remained clamped, one on each bottom cheek,
as he rubbed his stubbled chin against her cheek. 
 "Will you spank me again someday?"  She murmured dreamily.
 "I'm sure I will, sweetheart... but next time I'm going to use my belt."
She squirmed and he couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement.  He
forced her to lean back and meet his eyes.
 "You aren't supposed to like it, Lil."  His voice was stern.
 "I know."  She peeped up at him through her lashes.  "Next time, I'll try
very hard not to."
 He laughed then, a deep throaty warm laugh that sent shivers dancing
through Lil's body as she took his face between her hands and kissed his
mouth with all the passion and love she was feeling. 




You know I'd love to hear if you liked it... ;)

Ginger