Chapter Three
So by the time our heroine was dispatched to bring her Governess to chaperon her pupil’s initial spanking by the martinet Horse Master, Mademoiselle had been a weekly visitor to the tack room for several years. So many happy memories put a rosy blush in her usually sallow cheeks as she dragged her reluctant teen-age charge the several hundred yards to the stables. Blaise of course detected her regular chastiser’s aroused energy, mistakenly attributing it to the older woman’s well known enjoyment of seeing her pupil’s robust buttocks bared and spanked. While this was certainly true, the erotic spectacle of watching her lover and weekly punisher chastise the young blonde’s perfect posterior was far more complex for the Frenchwoman, like a well-aged claret, she opined to hersel
