Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Horseplay
by Lord Nessa
June 20th, 2002
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The Celt rose up from the bale she sat on when she saw Killian walk in through the stable door. The lass was not in a hurry for this. Nessa could see that she was walking slowly, head down. She watched the smaller woman come to a stop, raising fearful and somewhat defiant eyes up to meet steel gray. Nessa folded her arms in front of her. She sighed deeply. "Did you think when I took on the responsibility as your protector, that I would not take it seriously lass?"
Killian shifted a little on her feet. She rubbed her palms together nervously. "No, Nessa. I didn't think that."
"Then you know why I told you to meet me here?" Nessa raised brows in questioning. "You know why you are getting a whipping?"
"Nessa, I was playing!" Killian thought this tack might work, especially if she seemed genuinely stupefied as to what the problem was. "I don't get what the big deal is."
Nessa glowered down at the lass. "Really!" She said. "Then perhaps you can tell me why my friend Shasa had to sweat arrow heads thinking she might have to cross swords with Klancy?" Nessa dropped her arms. "It is a good thing Klancy is aware of your prankish behaviors lass." She saw Killian swallow and stay silent. "Right. Well take your clothes off lass. Let's get this done."
Killian went through this enough times with Nessa to know just what to do to pump up the heat in the warrior. She knew that they had a special friendship. She knew Nessa desired her. Suddenly the idea of a good ass warming was way more appealing than it had been earlier. She looked straight into Nessa's gray eyes and pulled her shirt open... slowly. Killian kept a slight smile and dropped the shirt to the floor. She watched Nessa's eyes drop down to gaze on her breasts. She loved to watch the obvious change come over the lusty Celt. She kept up the slow strip until there was nothing left. She stood before Nessa quietly but held her eyes to the warrior's.
Nessa was aware that her breathing had changed from even and shallow to ragged and deep in the few minutes it took her precious lass to strip. She was also aware that Killian was being very purposeful with her coy movements. She would love to enjoy this since the lass invited it, but a whipping would be part of it. She spoke softly. "Bring me a birch switch from the bundle in the corner lass." She was delighted to see Killian's eyes go wide at the command.
"Nessa? Why don't you just spank me? I don't want you to use a switch." Tears formed and spilled. "Nessa?"
The Celt felt the rush of hot sensation run through her. She stepped to the naked lass and pulled her close. She held her around the waist with one arm. Her other hand played with a plump breast. She leaned down and spoke hotly into Killian's ear. "Now lass, you know it is up to me and when I tell you how it will be... that is how it will be." She kissed all the way down that beautiful neck. Killian's naked body felt like bliss. "Get the switch lass... now!" Nessa let the beautiful girl go.
The warrior stepped to the bale of hay and sat. She watched every delicious move Killian made. When the switch was selected, Killian just stood still as if it might all go away if she didn't move. Nessa spoke low and firm. "Come here Killian. Bring me that switch... now." Killian jumped slightly and stepped over to the waiting Celt. Nessa was pleased to see the resistance leaving the lass. She was so happy that Killian was smart. She took the offered switch... a fine selection. She smiled up at sweet, slightly frightened eyes and motioned for the lass to lay across her thighs. By Brigits eyes this beauty was hot!
Nessa looked down at the prettiest bottom in the land. She held Killian firmly at the waist and began to strike with the stinging birch rod. Killian tried her best to be still and quiet but found both to be impossible within three strokes. The switching was a hard one. Nessa never could hold back once a bottom started to get red. Welts were raising all over her dear charge's pretty round ass. All that kicking and yelling goaded the Celt into high lust.
Nessa threw the switch on the ground. She began to rub Killian's sore ass. She spoke softly as she rubbed her. "Move your ass up and down for me lass." Nessa loved the provocative way Killian did that. She moved her fingers to sweet folds of heat between swollen ass cheeks. "Show me how you love the fucking I give ye lass." Nessa pushed three fingers into soft wet sex and drew in a breath when Killian cried out with the thrust of it. She fucked Killian slowly. Soon the lass was rocking her ass up to meet strong Celtic fingers. "Will ye cum now lass?" Killian bucked and screamed out as she spasmed in ecstasy. Nessa stopped movement and held her fingers deep in the girl.
The warrior pulled the naked sub up and turned her to sit on strong legs. She held the girl close and comforted her with kisses and caressing hands. Suddenly a commotion in one of the stalls brought both women to attention. Killian jumped up and grabbed her clothes as Nessa walked to the stall.
"What's going on?" Killian was trying to put two or three things on at once. She stumbled over to where Nessa stood. The Celt stood smiling and looking into the stall. "What Nessa?" Killian looked at Nessa with questioning eyes. The warrior reached out and unlatched the stall gate. What Killian saw there in that stall made the whole world spin for her. The sun rose up in her at the sight of the most beautiful black mare she had ever seen.
"She is yours Killian. She came from Friesland. She is a fine young mare. I think you will find that she is a match for ye. A gift from me to you lass. You are my responsibility now, and I can't be having you horseless." Nessa could hardly keep from blurting out with a belly laugh at the look on the face of the incredulous Killian. "Her saddle is just over there" Nessa jerked her head in the direction of the tack room. "That is if ye think ye can sit on a saddle." the Celt winked and smiled at the beautiful girl.
Killian leaped into Nessa's arms with a squeal of delight. "You can bet Brigit's britches I can ride!" Her bright brown eyes lit back onto the gorgeous black Friesian. "Mine." she whispered. "Mine."
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The End - 'Horseplay' - by Lord Nessa