The 20-year-old stable-hand Philip was bent over his work when he noticed approaching footsteps, as well as the smell of a very lovely perfume, which was massively out of place here in the Earl's old barn. "Hello, Philip! What are you doing?" a sweet, feminine voice called out. He looked up and saw the Earl's oldest daughter approaching.
"Hello, Lady Anna," the young man said, giving her a respectful bow. "I am just repairing this saddle."
She rolled her eyes as she approached him, pouting slightly. "How many times have I told you to drop that 'Lady' nonsense and just call me Anna?"
"Forty-three, I believe, Lady Anna," he said, still maintaining the same respectful tone of voice.
"Well, stop it, then!" she said, slapping his shoulder teasingly and fluttering her eyelashes at him. "I want us to be friends, and good friends don't talk to each other like that." She stepped closer, her face inches away from him. "Don't you want to be my... friend, Philip? I'm VERY nice to my friends."
The fragrance of her perfume, combined with those deep blue eyes which now gazed into his own, made him slightly light-headed. He watched her rosy lips part slightly, and at the back of his mind, Philip wondered how it would feel to kiss them. They would probably taste like the sweetest strawberries. He took a deep breath to steady himself, then turned to the saddle. "I should probably finish my work, Lady Anna."
Lady Anna was a tall, red-headed woman of nineteen with porcelain skin, currently clad in a simple, scarlet summer dress. Ordinarily, Philip would have gladly sacrificed an arm to have the attention of a young woman as kind, charming, and beautiful as her, but she was also the daughter of a rich, powerful nobleman, and he suspected that the man would disapprove if he found a stableboy in his employ flirting with his beloved daughter. That might quickly lead to unemployment – or worse.
And that assumed his understanding of the situation was correct. Was she just being friendly, and he was misreading her? He was pretty certain he wasn't, but being wrong could be costly. Or maybe she had a well-hidden cruel streak – maybe she was just trying to trick him into acting indecently, then get him in trouble for it? He was a muscular, good-looking lad, but he didn't think there was anything so special about him that it warranted the attention of an actual Lady.
Unfortunately, no matter how formal and respectful he acted toward her, it didn't seem to discourage her. In fact, it only egged her on further, to see if she could crack his armour. As he focused on his work, she stepped up behind him, leaning against him and putting her head on his shoulder. He shivered gently as he felt her rest her body against him. "It looks awfully complicated, Philip. You must be very skilled if you're able to fix it."
"It's not as hard as you believe, Lady Anna," he said gruffly, trying to discourage her from talking to him any further, while remaining respectful toward the high-born lady. "The seat needs to be re-stitched, and one of the stirrups is damaged."
He continued to look at the saddle, trying as hard as he could to focus on the work ahead of him, instead of the beautiful woman who was now standing next to him. He was trying to figure out whether the stirrup could be repaired, or whether it was necessary to replace it, when she stepped in front of him and leaned forward to stare at the saddle. "Wow! How interesting."
Still trying to focus on his work, the absent-minded stableboy reacted instinctively, swatting the seat of her scarlet dress. "Out of my way," he scolded, the way he would if one of the girls from the village had come to disturb him while he was working – which they occasionally did. She jumped out of his way, and he continued working.
It took a few seconds before Philip fully comprehended what he'd just done. Once the realization finally struck, a cold shiver ran down his back, and he slowly turned his gaze toward her. She was standing a few feet away, staring at him, her eyes almost as wide as his own, while both hands protectively clasped her bottom. After a few seconds, her shocked expression was replaced by a grin. "Well! Finally, a reaction out of you – and WHAT a reaction! Wow!" She rubbed her backside theatrically.
"Hello, Lady Anna," the young man said, giving her a respectful bow. "I am just repairing this saddle."
She rolled her eyes as she approached him, pouting slightly. "How many times have I told you to drop that 'Lady' nonsense and just call me Anna?"
"Forty-three, I believe, Lady Anna," he said, still maintaining the same respectful tone of voice.
"Well, stop it, then!" she said, slapping his shoulder teasingly and fluttering her eyelashes at him. "I want us to be friends, and good friends don't talk to each other like that." She stepped closer, her face inches away from him. "Don't you want to be my... friend, Philip? I'm VERY nice to my friends."
The fragrance of her perfume, combined with those deep blue eyes which now gazed into his own, made him slightly light-headed. He watched her rosy lips part slightly, and at the back of his mind, Philip wondered how it would feel to kiss them. They would probably taste like the sweetest strawberries. He took a deep breath to steady himself, then turned to the saddle. "I should probably finish my work, Lady Anna."
Lady Anna was a tall, red-headed woman of nineteen with porcelain skin, currently clad in a simple, scarlet summer dress. Ordinarily, Philip would have gladly sacrificed an arm to have the attention of a young woman as kind, charming, and beautiful as her, but she was also the daughter of a rich, powerful nobleman, and he suspected that the man would disapprove if he found a stableboy in his employ flirting with his beloved daughter. That might quickly lead to unemployment – or worse.
And that assumed his understanding of the situation was correct. Was she just being friendly, and he was misreading her? He was pretty certain he wasn't, but being wrong could be costly. Or maybe she had a well-hidden cruel streak – maybe she was just trying to trick him into acting indecently, then get him in trouble for it? He was a muscular, good-looking lad, but he didn't think there was anything so special about him that it warranted the attention of an actual Lady.
Unfortunately, no matter how formal and respectful he acted toward her, it didn't seem to discourage her. In fact, it only egged her on further, to see if she could crack his armour. As he focused on his work, she stepped up behind him, leaning against him and putting her head on his shoulder. He shivered gently as he felt her rest her body against him. "It looks awfully complicated, Philip. You must be very skilled if you're able to fix it."
"It's not as hard as you believe, Lady Anna," he said gruffly, trying to discourage her from talking to him any further, while remaining respectful toward the high-born lady. "The seat needs to be re-stitched, and one of the stirrups is damaged."
He continued to look at the saddle, trying as hard as he could to focus on the work ahead of him, instead of the beautiful woman who was now standing next to him. He was trying to figure out whether the stirrup could be repaired, or whether it was necessary to replace it, when she stepped in front of him and leaned forward to stare at the saddle. "Wow! How interesting."
Still trying to focus on his work, the absent-minded stableboy reacted instinctively, swatting the seat of her scarlet dress. "Out of my way," he scolded, the way he would if one of the girls from the village had come to disturb him while he was working – which they occasionally did. She jumped out of his way, and he continued working.
It took a few seconds before Philip fully comprehended what he'd just done. Once the realization finally struck, a cold shiver ran down his back, and he slowly turned his gaze toward her. She was standing a few feet away, staring at him, her eyes almost as wide as his own, while both hands protectively clasped her bottom. After a few seconds, her shocked expression was replaced by a grin. "Well! Finally, a reaction out of you – and WHAT a reaction! Wow!" She rubbed her backside theatrically.
"Lady Anna, I am SO sorry that -" he began, a horrified look on his face, but she cut him off.
"If I had known you'd respond like that, I'd have done that a LONG time ago." She giggled. "Do it again."
He looked at her, feeling a mixture of relief that he hadn't offended her, and apprehension that she seemed to have enjoyed it a little too much. He seemed to be swimming deeper into trouble. "... I think I should return to my work, Lady Anna. It was a pleasure talking to you, as always." He turned to the saddle, but she quickly stepped in front of him.
"You'll do no such thing," she said, poking her tongue out at him, gazing at him with sparkling eyes. "You'll pay attention to ME, not that old junk."
He tried to step around her, but she quickly darted in front of him. No matter where he turned, she always positioned herself between him and his work. "Lady Anna, please get out of my way," he said, his voice still subservient, but there was a trace of annoyance.
"Or what? What will you do if I don't?" She smirked. "Spank me?"
He took a deep breath. "Lady Anna..."
"Will you? Will you take me over your lap? Will you raise my dress? Will you spank my bottom?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Is that what you'll do if I don't move?"
The idea of taking this young woman across his knee sounded more and more appealing. "Lady Anna, I really should be looking at the seat now ..."
She grinned. "Exactly! I'm SO glad we agree on that."
"The saddle seat," he clarified hurriedly.
She turned to the saddle. "You're still thinking about this old thing?" With one hand, she shoved it off the table, in the manner of a bored cat. Staring at him, she started to flick his tools off the table as well, one by one.
"Stop that," he said, in a slightly stricter tone than he had intended. His irritation was gradually overriding his better judgement, and though he tried to keep his mind clear, it was getting harder and harder. Putting her across his knee and spanking her sounded FUN, and teaching this annoying woman a lesson was a bonus. He tried to remember the difference between their stations in life, but for some reason, it seemed less important with every second.
"Make me," she said with a smile.
He stepped toward her, pushing her torso over the table. Offering no resistance, she giggled as she leaned forward, wriggling her rear end teasingly in his face. Holding her down with one hand, he delivered three firm smacks to her behind, then released her.
"There. You got what you wanted," he sighed. "Now, please leave."
She rose to her feet with a look of confusion. "Is that what you think I was after?" She raised an eyebrow at him, clearly annoyed. "Did you think I only wanted a few gentle love-taps? Did the words 'over your lap' and 'raise my dress' not penetrate your primitive brain? What's wrong with you?"
Something inside him finally snapped. His brain bathed in a mixture of lust and anger, heedless of the potential consequences, he stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of her long, flowing hair. "Don't talk to me like that," he growled as he jerked, pulling her head back.
A look of fear and confusion briefly flashed across her face, before being replaced by a triumphant grin. "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have done it. Please punish me properly."
He sat down on a nearby stool, and she eagerly placed herself over his lap. Leaning forward until her hands touched the floor, she wiggled her bottom enticingly. Placing his left hand on the small of her back, his right hand started to spank the seat of her dress.
Her body was soft and light across his lap, and her cute little bottom felt wonderfully soft and silky under his hard palm. He longed to caress her every curve, but for now, he'd settle for spanking her soundly.
Anna giggled and squealed delightfully, wriggling around on his lap as the hard smacks rained down on her bottom. "Are you learning your lesson, young lady?" he lectured ineffectually.
"Oh yes," she purred. "I certainly am."
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, slapping down on her pert posterior. The grin on his face was almost as wide as the one on hers. After a few minutes, he was surprised to hear her tutting. "This is very nice, sir, but I think there is one part of my suggestion that you've missed again," she complained. Realizing what she meant, he grabbed the hem of her scarlet summer dress, and raised it to reveal her attractive pink underwear. "Good boy," she said with a grin, then yelped as his hand slammed down hard on her bottom.
"Watch your tone," he scolded, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, smiling apologetically up at him. He smiled back, and continued to spank her.
The hard spanks rang out in the quiet barn, and she had begun to yelp with every smack. Her cheeks had gradually turned pink under his palm, and while there were tears at the edges of her eyes, she was still grinning blissfully.
Before long, she was kicking her legs and squirming around on his lap. Her squeals and cries made it quite clear that her bottom was burning, but when he eventually stopped spanking her and helped her up, there was a euphoric smile on her face.
"Thank you, sir," she said, before kissing him passionately. He closed his eyes, enjoying the most wonderful moment of his life so far. Her lips were just as soft and delicious as he had imagined. Rising to her feet, she lowered the hem of her skirt to protect what remained of her modesty, then rubbed her stinging bottom. "Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome," he said awkwardly. No one had ever instructed him in what to say to a noblewoman after you've just spanked her bottom, and reality was slowly returning to him.
She grinned. "Well, I think I'll find somewhere more private for our next... meeting. We wouldn't want to risk anyone walking in while you're spanking me, would we?" She licked her lips. "Or the part that I'd like to happen afterward." She spun on her heel, giving him a little wave as she left. "See you later, Philip. I must say, you're very good at ... fixing seats."
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