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“I want you to meet Timothy. He just joined us.”
Timothy swings around to look at me and blushes furiously. He must be eighteen at the most. I eye up my husband and wonder…
Has he found me another treat?
“Timothy caught sight of ye in the village last week and remarked upon how much of a bonnie lass ye are.”
“Oh, thanks Timothy,” I gush.
“Aye, I’d be most pleased to serve you, Lady.” He tosses away his bit of hay and bows deeply, nearly making me blush.
I survey Caelan carefully. How does he always know which ones are submissive? This is the first stable boy he’s found me, but all the other boys or men he’s found for me have always been equally eager to submit.
“He needs a lady who might show him the ropes,” says Caelan, winking.
“Let’s have a look at you, then.”
Timothy draws closer and I grin at how pretty he is. Big blue eyes with dark brown hair falling into them, tanned skin and muscled forearms poking out from beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his check shirt. He’s going to be a real heartthrob when he’s older. Not that he isn’t already on his way…
“Do you like Caelan as well?” I ask gently.
He gives a lopsided grin. “Aye.”
“I like to watch men suck him. He’s very big, you see.”
“Ah ken. He doesna wear no knickers.” Timothy snickers and I throw my head back laughing. “Ma’am.”
Caelan folds his arms and shrugs.
“Well, why don’t you close the stable door and then show me what loveliness you’re hiding under those clothes.”
Eager to please, he hurries to shut us inside, then begins stripping out of his clothes. I was feeling hot and aroused already but then he reveals his tight muscles from all that bale tossing, horse riding and no doubt, horny fucking with girls and boys around the place.
“You always choose so well, Sir.”
“I aim to please, my Lady,” says Caelan, smirking.
The lad’s lovely young cock is already hard but certainly not too big.
“Let’s tie him to a stool or chair,” I suggest, asking Timothy with my eyes if he consents.
“Yes, Lady.”
“Got just the thing,” says Caelan, heading for a corner of the place to grab a simple wooden chair. Probably for sitting on while inspecting hooves or the underside of a big horse.
Timothy acquiesces all too-easily and it thrills me. Little young sub for me to play with. Caelan ties him to the chair and fetches me a riding crop, a well-used one that’s become a bit more lethal than a fresher, softer one which hasn’t been moulded to the act of thrashing yet.
I keep checking for signs he’s not up for this, but Timothy is only too eager, licking his lips as he watches me. Starting with a bit of play, I stroke the flat edge along the length of his shaft. Timothy shivers and chuckles when I stroke in circles around his ball sac.
“Good?” I ask.
“Some pain, please.”
“Have you done this before?”
He shakes his head.
“Then how do you know how much pain you can take?”
