The Stable Master (Taboo Bestiality Domination Erotica)
Amber is a wild woman in desperate need of a good spanking. Lucky for her, the handsome horse trainer, Mr. Hart is there to teach the girl her place. She takes to her new role as her teacher's plaything immediately, but is she ready when her new master decides to introduce her to his prize stallion? More
WARNING: This is an erotic short story featuring sexual acts between woman and a horse. All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen. You must be of legal age in your area to continue reading this story. Bestiality is not legal in all areas. Check your local and federal laws to determine its legality in your area before purchasing this story.
"I'm really sorry I'm late," Amber said, but stopped the moment he raised his hand for silence.
"You remember what I've told you," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "On your knees, girl."
"Yes, sir," Amber said. She saw him grab a riding crop and looked away as she sank to her knees on the dusty barn floor. She knew what was coming and couldn't stand the look of disappointment on his face. She heard his heavy footsteps as he came closer, his gaze burning into her as she kneeled on before him. He took hold of her chin and lifted her head up.
"Look at me, girl," he said. "You must understand why you are to be punished, and why you must never displease me again."
"Yes, sir," she said. She knew she deserved what was coming to her and was grateful to Mr. Hart for giving it to her. It was shameful to admit, but nothing got her hotter than being punished by her handsome stable master.
"Hands on the ground," he commanded. She rushed to obey, not wanting to anger him any more than she already had. He put his hand to the back of her head, pushing her down as he said, "Ass up in the air, pet. You know what's coming."
"Yes, sir," she said. He let a long moment of tense silence pass, making Amber squirm in his grip as she tried to prepare herself for her punishment. Despite her efforts, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a sharp yelp of pain as the riding crop whipped across her raised cheeks.