A quiet, early evening walk through the woods had calmed my soul, the serenity of the scene a soothing balm to me as i sat on a lonely tree-stump lost in my daydreams.
Eventually, the sound of trotting horses hooves summoned me back to the present and a vision of exquisite temptation towered above me.
Haughtily, she sat astride her white steed looking contemptuously down upon me, a proud and beautiful woman who commanded my respect and obedience without once addressing me.
I realised my humble position as trespasser and recognised in her stately bearing the owner of these woods.
Mumbling an apology, i slowly arose and prepared to amble off on my way but became still beneath the steely gaze of her eyes, a dark and mischievous glint in them as she raised her riding crop and swished it meaningfully through the cool air between us.
The very sound it made sent a thousand tiny tingles through my flesh.
I understood her meaning clearly, having been caught trespassing upon her land, it was her perogative to treat me as she wished and punish me as she saw fit.
And punish me she did...
Severely and wickedly...
...With my grateful submission.
What time passed between the first stroke of her crop to the last, i know not, how long i remained prostrate and humbled over that tree-stump, i could not tell, but finally she permitted me to depart with a low chuckle of devilish satisfaction at her own handywork.
The memory of the sweet pain she inflicted upon me that evening has never left me and since that fateful day, i have trod the pathways and lanes of those woods often in search of the wicked lady who left me stinging from her cruelty and desperate for more.
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Oh well that made me think 
Well-written, quite moving and dead sexy I might add. This is one of those I'd be printing and putting it into the book for a keepsake.
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