The Rest of the Story

... Or How to Have Fun With the Sales Staff at the Tack Shop

In a previous post a week ago, we described our preparations for going 'out and about' and the spanking fun we had while getting dressed.  We ventured out and crossed Lake Washington on one of our very rare sunny Northwest days in November.  The view of the lake, Mt. Rainier and the Cascades was awesome, perhaps only overshadowed by glimpses of Cora wearing a tight pair of jeans.

We made our first stop, then headed for our second destination.  However, the route took us by a store I have been wanting to take Cora to for some time: a Tack shop.  I asked her if she wanted to stop and she replied, "Sure".

Now to bring you up to date, Cora was quite the HorseWoman while growing up.  She lived in the Northwest Illinois countryside and there were several stables in the area, some of which raised thoroughbred horses.  Cora became acquainted with these stables and quickly gained the trust of the owners.  Often Cora would exercise some of the horses by taking them for rides in the countryside.  As you can imagine, Cora specialized in some of the more 'troublesome' members of the stables and found that she could 'tame' them rather effectively, a trait she still possesses in dealing with our pups (oh, and I guess you could include me, also!).  She definitely has earned the title, "HorseWhisperer".  She often reminisces about that time in her life with a great deal of fondness.  She truly loved her horses.

Cora and 'Bristol Cream' (a Lippizzon) about 1971

Cora still has some of her riding equipment, such as boots, a cute hat, spurs and so on. (She is wearing some of these items in the picture shown above.)  However, one thing she lacked was a good pair of riding pants.  Now, I have seen many fetish sites that feature women wearing tight riding pants, boots and usually shown holding the traditional riding crop.  Its something that is not one of my main fetishes but I do appreciate a shapely woman wearing tight riding pants.

So, into the store we went.  Interestingly most of the sales staff and patrons were female (should that be 'matrons'?).  And while they weren't wearing riding pants, they were wearing very tight jeans.  It was definitely 'eye candy' paradise for me.  And Cora fit right in, wearing a very tight pair of jeans, too.  Oh, and don't forget she was wearing a girdle underneath and if you looked close, you could see evidence of those wonderful 'garter bumps'.

Cora checked out the racks of clothing and soon eliminated all but one or two pair of riding pants.  She gathered up her prizes and asked one of the sales staff where she could try them on.  "Over there", the sales lady pointed.  It took a while for her to squeeze into the first pair of riding pants but she finally appeared to have them checked out. 

"Wow", was my response.  Did she look good, or what.  The smile on the face of the sales lady indicated that she, too thought Cora looked great.  And oh how the garter bumps showed off! 

Feeling somewhat cheeky (after all I was in the presence of a very sexy vision and probably was shifting to the control of my second head), I made a comment in front of the sales lady, "Wow, the garter bumps really show, don't they?".  The sales lady quickly replied, "Oh, don't get naughty!"  Cora's response was one of those 'looks' that women are so good at.  I do think Cora missed an opportunity to issue one of her 'Notices of Discipline' slips but her purse was several feet away in the dressing room.  I can only imagine what the sales lady would have thought if Cora had whipped one out and filled it out in front of her.

OK, I was having some fun with the situation and my comment may have been a little inappropriate, but I just couldn't resist.  Sometimes Cora and I have fun dropping little hints about our lifestyle - nothing blatant, and we do get some knowing smiles from some of the sales people (mostly women), so I am guessing that we are not totally alone with our little 'secrets'. 

Anyway, Cora tried on another pair which she finally selected.  When the sales lady asked, "Will that be all?", I replied, "No", and pulled Cora to another area in the shop.

While I was waiting for Cora to try on her riding pants, I explored the shop and yes, you guessed it - located the riding crops.  We headed over to the rack that included dressage whips and riding crops.  Cora took a look and her first inclination was "I don't need another one".  However, I pointed to one towards the back and in the bottom of the rack.  It was one of those riding crops with the end shaped like a small palm. 

Cora's face lit up.  "Oh, I must have one of those!", she exclaimed.  "Do they have them in black?" 

"Right here", I replied and pulled one out of the rack.  So we headed back to the counter to pay for our new-found treasures.  The sales lady exclaimed, "Oh, one of our 'spankers'", upon seeing our riding crop selection.  Cora and I could only look at each other.  I am guessing that we had been exposed.  I really doubt if anyone uses one of the riding crops with the little palm on the end for their horse.  However, based upon the number of them in the rack, I am guessing they sell quite a few.  And they just can't not know.

I had hoped to get pictures of Cora in her riding pants later that day but we were quite exhausted when we finally finished all of our stops and had returned home.  However, she did agree to a photo session yesterday and some of the results appear on this post.  Don't you think that Cora can be a very effective trainer of horses (of all kinds)?

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Finding Her Power

There has been quite a bit of 'outside stuff' happening here, lately.  Its kinda personal so I won't go into the details.  I'll just say its been zapping our energy, especially Cora's.

Saturday, I asked Cora to get dressed as I wanted to visit a few stores across the lake in Bellevue.  So it was a surprise when she put on a girdle.  And a ivory colored one at that!  She usually prefers her black girdles but I love the way a lighter color looks on her.  Quite frankly, a lighter color really shows off her curves much better.  It was obvious that Cora was feeling especially powerful, this morning.  Naturally, I began following her around like a puppy while she engaged her dressing routine.

When it came for me to get dressed, Cora beckoned to me, "Now where are those panties?"  What!!!  Cora was going to 'make' me wear her panties?  Its been a while, so it was a very pleasant surprise.  At this point in time Cora was still in her girdle, stockings but had slipped on her heels.  Needless to say, she looked very powerful and I was very 'aroused'.

Cora held up the panties for me to step into.  So, I placed one leg at a time into the appropriate openings.  However, rather than pulling them up, she had me hobble over to the bed, with the panties still at my knees. 

"Bend Over!", she instructed.  Naturally, I complied.  I was wondering where Cora was getting all this energy, but I was not complaining.  Cora pulled her small paddle off the 'bedroom rack'.  She returned and commenced to paddle my bare bottom, panties at my knees. 

It was obvious that Cora was 'into it' as there wasn't really a warm up.  The smacks of her small paddle were echoing through the room as my bottom was feeling a rather intense sting.  She finally stopped and instructed me to finish dressing.

Later as we were putting our pups in their kennels prior to our departure, I was admiring Cora.  She had slipped on a tight pair of jeans.  Now, there is something about the way a woman looks when wearing a girdle.  And Cora in her jeans that day, was no exception.  She just looked hot.

I couldn't resist. The combination of Cora 'feeling her power' along with the curvy image of her got the better of me.  I bent over our kitchen table and Cora figured out what I was asking.  Soon I was feeling the results of about four of her selections from her 'main rack'.  However, I was still feeling like I need just a little more (greedy sub that I am!).

I grabbed the Spencer from the rack and asked Cora for 'a little more'.  Of course, she happily complied.  Soon I heard that characteristic whistle that only the Spencer paddle makes when its swung with enough vigor.  "Splat"  The paddle landed and I felt the result of the impact.  To quote the song, "It hurts so good!"

It was after only one or two swats that Cora re-positioned herself a little more to her left.  This resulted in a better view of her.  Prior to her moving, I couldn't see much of her, but now I had a wonderful view of the seat of her jeans.  I guess I don't have to say much about the way she fills out her jeans but the view just added to the 'pleasure' of the spanking. 

Finally after about 25 swats or so of the Spencer, she let me up.  Wow, I felt it all day long.

So, we ventured out and about on the 'East Side'.  We visited train shops, electronic shops and I even suggested to Cora, "Do you want to check out tight riding pants at that Tack Shop?" 

"Sure", she replied.

But then, that's another story.

Spankin', er Pushin' Too Hard

I generally don't write about anything not related to our Female Led Relationship and that may explain why we haven't posted as much lately as we used to.  I have been involved in assisting in teaching a class, Cora has been decorating and undecorating for the Holidays and our pups have turned 7, 8 and 9 years old.  (Gosh, it seems like yesterday that Devi and Gypsy were just puppies!)

So it was with a bit of glee that yesterday I heard Cora instruct me "to get upstairs and prepare for a spanking".  Needless to say, I stopped what I was doing and went upstairs and peeled down.  Soon I heard her footsteps up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom.

Now, if you have followed us for a while, you know that music plays a very important part of our lifestyle.  It was on our second date that while showing Cora my studio, she asked me to "Turn it up!"  That certainly caught my attention.  So, we have this really cool piece of electronic equipment called a 'Squeezebox'.  It allows me to assemble a play list using i-Tunes on our Mac and stream the tunes to the Squeezebox over our wireless network.  The Squeezebox is connected to our main receiver using a digital connection and the resultant music sounds great.

In addition, we have a very low power FM transmitter connected to the receiver and can broadcast the play list to any room in our house that has an FM receiver.  And of course, that includes our bedroom.

So while waiting for Cora, various songs from our 'classic rock' play list are filling the room.  Finally Cora entered and began gathering her hairbrush, ferule, small paddle and SMTR paddle from her bedroom rack, arranging them on the bed for her use.  When she grabs all four items from her rack, I know that she intends to use them all and I realize that I am in for a 'serious' spanking.

Once she had prepared her 'tools' she beckoned me over her lap.  Willingly, over I went and took a deep breath.  She began with a hand spanking.  Now, Cora has gotten quite good at administering a spanking with just her hand.  She can approach the intensity of a hairbrush with the main difference the rather sensual feel of skin on skin, instead of wood on skin.  Overall, its a very nice feeling.

I can't remember which song was playing when Cora first started her spanking of me, but soon the Seed's "Pushin' Too Hard" began to play.  Cora loves to spank along with the rhythm of the song and soon my bottom was being spanked along with the drum beat.  I think she had progressed to her hairbrush by then.

Keep in mind that Cora was spanking me 'Just Because She Wanted To', so we were both in a 'fun' mood.  So, I (being the cheeky one that I am) began to sing along with lyrics "You're Spanking Too Hard".  And there is a chorus in the song that goes, "Too Hard, Too Hard" and of course I took advantage of singing along with that part too.

Soon we were both laughing and giggling as Cora continued the spanking.  However, once the song was over, there wasn't much reason to continue.  By then she had turned my bottom a nice shade of red and instilled that nice, warm, tingly feeling that I 'enjoyed' the rest of the day.