The Taming of the Lady Harrington Pt. 01

As the women walked down the stables, visiting each beautiful animal in turn, Jill was actually happy. Her horses were after all, her favourite thing, and she gave each one a pet on the jaw as she told Michelle each one's name. Finally ending at the empty stable at the end, which was laid with fresh straw. In fact, the stable hand was just finishing up and was closing the gate when Jill and Michelle walked up. With a quiet nod he acknowledged them but knew better than to say anything. Michelle smiled at him and gestured for him to wait.

"Step inside the stall Lady Harrington, and we will discuss our business," Michelle said, using her hand on the small of Jill's back to guide her in. Jill stepped indignantly into the empty, straw floored stall and was grateful it was at least clean. She resolved to not say a word and just get it over with, but some part of her felt something strange. Arousal. But in no way was she going to let Michelle know she was turned on a little. So Jill turned, angrily, and glared back at the woman about to turn her world upside down. The stable hand standing and quietly watching.

"As you probably don't yet realize, Jill, I am on the board at your daughter's school," Michelle started to explain. "Now I can either make this whole tawdry affair go away, or I can see to it she is expelled for moral turpitude." Her eyes lit up as she finished, and Michelle grinned a wide grin.

Crossing her arms, Jill countered with, "So what is it you want Michelle?"

"Now now Jill, let's not be uncivilized. First of all, don't you think business of this nature should be discussed in lingerie?" Michelle asked, sneering.

"Fine then," Jill snapped. Almost angrily. She glared at the stable hand and said, "You need to leave now Pedro."

"He stays," Michelle said. Jill just glared at them both and started to undress. Standing in the stable stall, on the fresh straw and under a single bare bulb. Throwing each item of clothing angrily in a pile behind her until she stood wearing only a purple satin bra and lacy black panties. Michelle giggled at the lack of matching underwear on the Lady Harrington.

"Not too bad Jill," Michelle giggled. Looking over the pale skin of Jill's curvy body. "Don't you think Pedro?" she asked the stable hand.

Looking at his boss, nearly naked and displayed, the stable hand said quietly, "I'm not Pedro, I'm Roger, and I'm not even Mexican."

This of course brought a burst of laughter from Michelle and a glare from the Lady Harrington. And then her taming began.

Chloe Harrington...

So Erica finally came home. She thought it was funny to find me naked and frustrated and pretty much stranded at her place. Then she had the nerve to take her time before she scrounged me up some workout clothes to wear. Yoga pants and a sports bra. No panties even! Whatever. Mom still wasn't answering when I was able to finally call her so Erica and I made the most of it and stopped for ice cream before she took me home. When I asked what went down at the club and after, Erica just smiled and shrugged. Whatever. Then when I got home Mom was avoiding me too. I decided everyone could eat a dick and locked myself away for the rest of the weekend. At least the maid was nice to me. She brought me cake.

Monday at college would be better...

End part one.