Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Walking the Dog into Danger
by Lord Nessa
January 2003
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Tuttle entered the Lodge grounds at an easy lope. A good space of time passed since she had the good exercise that Nessa gave her today. They left the corral early this morning when the air was crisp and most mountain creatures were still snuggled together in dens or caves. It seemed like Nessa just let go of the reins and Tuttle just let go of her energy. Both mare and warrior were relaxed at last.
Nessa reined Tuttle to a stop before entering the corral. She saw a small figure standing at the side of the stable. She seemed to be swinging something around in the air. It was strange how the thing… some small wooden disk, rolled up and down the string it was attached to. It was Dagger, Nessa’s new charge.
The Celt realized that she was being remiss in her duty to the beautiful lass. She hadn’t yet shown her the full meaning of what it meant to have Lord Nessa as her benefactor. A hard, hot clench in her center claimed the moment and determined the Celt’s next action. She drew the reins to the side and prodded Tuttle to a gentle walk toward Dagger.
Dagger saw Nessa when she first came riding in. She wondered to herself if she would ever get the nerve up to have a conversation with the warrior that consisted of more than “Hey Nessa” as they passed in the Lodge corridors. She had thoughts about this big Celt. Dagger was shy and remained in the background most of the time. She got involved in preparations for events and kept a close friendship with a couple of the Kindred but when it came to socializing with the warriors, Dagger held back, even with her protector, Lord Nessa.
She flipped her yoyo over her wrist and watched it touch the ground and skip in a perfect walk right up a horse hoof. A HORSE HOOF! Dagger backed up in surprise looking up as she went. Her retreat was stopped when her backside met the stable. She let the yoyo falter into inactivity, though the string was still noosed around a middle finger. She was held paralyzed by the gaze of steel grey eyes. Nessa looked even more powerful than usual sitting astride the war horse. “Uh… hey, Nessa” she said nervously.
Nessa couldn’t keep a smile from her lips at the obvious discomfort of the lass. “Well now lass, is that all you have to say to me?”
“Uh… well, for right now… yes. I mean… we don’t talk much and well you are busy and I don’t want to bother you.” Dagger was amazed at how the full sentence made it’s way out of her.
“Bother me lass? It bothers me more that you scamper away when I enter the room. I am going to put a stop to that.” Nessa stretched a hand down to the lass and gestured a come forward order with her fingers. “Come now lass, we’ll be taking’ a ride.” Nessa watched the adorable girl lift a hand that still could not quite touch her own. The warrior leaned down and gripped a small wrist. With a slight spring from Dagger and a pull from Nessa, the lass was in the saddle in front of the warrior. Tuttle charged forward at the touch of Nessa’s boot and the three were on their way across the meadow within seconds.
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Strong warrior arms held Dagger close as they rode the easy rhythm of Tuttle’s cantor. Dagger loved the feeling of rocking back against the Celt. She thought this ride could go on forever if Nessa didn’t have something else in mind, as she knew was the case. Just what it was could not be clear to the lass because she had no experience with this Irish lord or any other like her. One thing was sure, Dagger was nervous. She saw what Jan went through just after being with the Celt and that gave her mixed emotions. She didn’t think she wanted a whipping like that but she was certain she did want the pleasure that showed in the afterglow of the Faery.
Tuttle slowed to a walk. Dagger pulled in a breath and held it in surprise when Nessa reached up under her shirt and claimed her breasts with firm squeezes. She was between melting there in the saddle and flying right out of her body. She did neither. Nessa’s hands were warm and strong. Dagger wanted to be worldly and knowing. She wanted to be like Jan who knew what to do and what to give. She wanted to be like Shasa, so confident and caring for Nessa. Her breasts were responding to the caresses. Nipples stiff and aching for more touch… a rougher touch. The feel of the saddle pitching with the sway was intense as her clit mashed against the saddle horn. Wet was a small word for a big reality.
Nessa could sense the turmoil in the lass. She leaned forward and put her mouth close to Dagger’s ear. Her voice was low and even. “I’ve been watching you lass. I know that my fae loves you and you have friends in the Lodge. I am your protector and that comes with certain responsibilities.” Nessa rolled each nipple between her fingers and pinched until she heard Dagger moan. She kept the pinching at that pressure and said, “I want your obedience lass, can you give it?”
Dagger made herself breathe. This warrior was going to do what she damn well pleased. So, as she saw her options, which were to get pleasure with her pain or not, she chose the first. “Yes” she said “I can give you obedience.” It was not the Celt’s anger she wanted anyway, it was to please her more than anything else, that made the lass agree. Nessa was indeed pleased.
“Put your hands up on the saddle horn and keep them there.” Nessa said. She kept the pressure steady on Daggers nipples. Then she took one hand away and slowly opened the front of the shirt and pulled it down over Dagger’s shoulders as far as it would go. Nessa nipped and kissed along the lasses shoulder and neck, leaving tiny red marks as she went. She felt such heat in her center, it was all she could do to keep a slow and steady hand. But she wanted to be just what this lass needed her to be. The Celt believed the lass might respond more easily if she didn’t rush things.
Daggers head fell back against her lord’s shoulder. She had to concentrate to keep her hands on the horn. Her shirt was open, exposing her plump breasts and rigid nipples. She gripped the horn when she felt Nessa opening the front of her breeches and push her large hand down to cup her sex. She gasped when a finger pressed slightly into her. Nessa began to talk to her softly. “You are wet lass. I’m thinking you need a spanking.” The Celt’s breath was hot in Dagger’s ear. “I want to hear you tell me you need to be brought naked over my lap and held down good while you get your pretty bare ass spanked.”
Dagger could not seem to put the words in right order. She stumbled over them but managed to get enough said. She actually asked this big warrior to spank her. Doing that made her so hot she forgot her nervousness. When Nessa leaped to the ground and reached up for the lass, Dagger let herself be pulled down into the warriors arms. They stood gazing at one another for a few moments before their mouths blended in a searing kiss.
Nessa drew back and said thickly, “Go and break a switch from the birch over there lass. Bring it to me and take everything off. I am going to sit on that log.” Nessa pointed to a fallen tree in the forest clearing. Dagger was feeling everything wonderful inside. This was actually happening. She wanted to be dealt with like this from someone who was strong and loving too. She knew she was not in love with Nessa but she did love her. It was a sense of trust that happened at that moment.
After Nessa’s instructions were carried out, Dagger stood naked and beautiful before her lustful mentor. Nessa swallowed in a dry throat. This was a deceptively beautiful woman. The shy, childlike manner of the lass fooled her into thinking she was fragile. Nessa felt a spasm in her center. She pointed to her lap and thrilled to see a frightened compliance in Dagger. She waited for the lass to be draped over her thighs. She took Dagger’s free arm and held it up behind her back. Raising the birch switch over the pretty bare ass, Nessa took a deep breath and slashed through the air to land a burning stripe on sweet white flesh. She felt Dagger stiffen but remain steady.
Dagger never felt such a burning, never knew such pain as the switch came down on her again and again. She knew she was kicking but could not help it. The feeling of giving herself over to the power of this warrior was an immense relief for her. She couldn’t explain it nor did it matter. She just knew that she was free. She didn’t have to decide anything or be one way or another. She felt trust in this pain. She felt heat at her core at the power that held her. To be taken, disciplined, and put in place in the world was settling. She cried out tears that she had been holding for far too long. She pleaded for an end to the switching but felt a strange comfort at the Celt’s refusal.
Finally, the switch stopped falling. Tears and sweat ran down Dagger’s face. Nessa’s big hand was rubbing the welts on Dagger’s bottom while she lay still across the warrior’s lap. She ached for the thrusting of those fingers inside her now. Dagger wondered what it would be like to be beneath the Celt getting fucked with that phallus that Nessa held so dear. Suddenly, Nessa spoke softly. “What lass? What is it that you need from me now?”
Dagger thought she would come at the sound of her own words. “Please fuck me now Nessa… please.” Nessa lifted the naked lass from her lap and put her on the ground where she kneeled on her knees between Dagger’s open legs. She opened her breeches revealing the phallus. In seconds, the warrior entered Dagger’s sex. She watched Dagger’s eyes go wide in bliss and pain. She stayed still for a moment after that first thrust, then she moved back and forth into the adorable lass squirming beneath her. They reached a pinnacle of ecstasy together, rocking into each other, hard and fast. It was raw and animal.
Nessa brought Dagger back to the Lodge to sleep with her. She wanted to hold this lass and soothe her through the night. She felt love for the one who was once a loner like her. In friendship and love, they would face the world as Kindred.
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(for you, Dagger)
The End - 'Walking the Dog into Danger' - by Lord Nessa