Naked Ambition by Sean O'Kane Read Free Book Online

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    “I thought we’d go for a drive while they’re getting the slaves mucked out, washed and fed over at CSL,” Chrissie said, then added with a smile, “besides you can’t get too much of driving a good pony!”
    Angel couldn’t have agreed more and the two women strolled out via the front door and around to the side of the house and the stableyard. Two perfectly presented rigs awaited them and Angel saw a pretty, Asian girl brushing out one of the ponies’ hair. She was dressed in a short kilt with a blouse knotted up underneath her breasts, it was the same uniform that she had seen Helga dress in hurriedly when she had been dismissed earlier that morning. Attractive, and it presented very little difficulty for someone wanting to investigate beneath the clothes.
    The girl looked over at them and smiled widely, then stood back respectfully as they came closer. Beside Angel, Chrissie suddenly seemed to pull herself together and become much more positive and assertive. She strode forwards and began to inspect the ponies.
    Angel noted the pretty Indian groom looking nervous and began to see what was going on. She smiled as she watched Chrissie testing the tightness of the cruppers and the correct alignment of the girths, adorned with The Lodge’s crest in chromium on the front, where it widened to cover the stomach. She pulled on the bits to make sure they had been pushed securely to the backs of their mouths before the bridles had been buckled on. She looked at their backs to check on the girth buckles and found that she could slip her fingers between one pony’s skin and the leather of the girth.
    She turned to Angel triumphantly.
    “Daft little tart always gets one detail wrong! Raika! Come here you useless slut!”
    The Indian girl darted forward, her huge, expressive eyes clouded with concern.
    “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my friend here with your sloppiness. Go and get a crop so I can thrash you!”
    Dropping the slight curtsy that the short kilt would allow, the girl scuttled away.
    “That the one you sort of own?” Angel asked.
    “Yes. Long story. But what a lovely piece of arse!”
    Angel had to agree when the girl returned and was immediately bent over a hitching rail; her arms extended on each side along the bar. Chrissie stepped forwards and lifted the short skirt, tucking it in to its own waist band to keep it out of the way. The coffee coloured buttocks were smooth and deliciously round and pert, with no sign of a crease at the tops of the silky thighs. And when she shuffled her legs apart, Angel felt a tide of hot moisture at her groin as she saw the dusky little purse of the neatly lipped cunt.
    Chrissie wasted no time and cracked in a telling lash almost as soon as the groom had gone down. It was plainly a common occurrence in the yard because no one batted an eyelid at the sharp report of leather on skin.
    Angel was impressed, Chrissie hadn’t flicked; the groom had taken a full swing and the doctor had followed through fully as well, flattening the buttocks and sending a delicious shock wave through the flesh, even of the upper thighs. The groom gave no more than a hiss through gritted teeth and took two more with no more reaction.
    Chrissie offered Angel the crop as the girl made no move to rise.
    “Feel free,” she said and Angel willingly stepped up to the mark behind the exquisite arse. She smiled.
    The girl’s submissiveness was obvious – and her Mistress had known exactly how to trigger it, by offering her up for punishment on a whim. Angel had no compunction in taking full advantage of the offer and thoroughly enjoyed adding another three crisp, buttock-rippling strokes to Raika’s tally.
    It was the perfect warm up for their whip arms.
    As they climbed in and settled themselves, Chrissie explained that the ponies were from the stock of Housegirls, all of whom served from time to time in harness.
    “But don’t conclude they’re all docile because of it. Some of