swallow Ch. 02 – swallow ‘s Visit

(c) 1997 LordFalco

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I set down the report down on my desk, leaned back in my chair, and reached over to my side to casually stroke my swallow‘s breast.

“Come up to visit my farm,” I told her, as she knelt obediently by the side of my chair, naked as day she was born, while I was finishing my office work. It was Friday night, past 11 p.m., and the offices were empty except for us. Since our first encounter several weeks ago, she subsequently spent her Friday evenings with me. Alone. Kneeling naked by my desk. Chatting in real-life as Dom and sub instead of doing it on-line. Learning about each other.

“Tonight, my Lord?” she asked.

I laughed, stroking my hands through her red hair. “No, not tonight. Tomorrow. Drive out to my farm and I’ll show you around.”

She smiled even as her face remained lowered. “It would be a pleasure, my Lord.”

“When you do come up though, my little one, I want you to park by the willow. You will get out, and disrobe completely, like you are now. And then, you will walk into the barn, kneel facing the back door, and wait for me. Can you remember?”

“Yes, my Lord. I will remember as you order.”

I delicately tweaked a perky nipple, stroking it with my thumb before returning to my work.

***

As I was just finished putting the pair of leather wrist cuffs into the carry-bag, I heard her car drive slowly up the gravel road, parking beneath the big willow beside the barn. She was dressed in a simple yellow summer dress that fell to her knees. She looked around. There was no one to greet her.

She took a step towards the house, looking at the windows, hoping to see me. But I knew that she could not, while I could observe her every move. She stopped, and turned back to her car. Taking a final look around, she lifted her dress over her, letting the summer sun wash its glorious golden rays upon her luscious body. Underneath, she wore white satin bra and a thong, both of which followed the dress. She stepped out of her sandals and, along with her clothes, stored them in her car. Then, walking carefully, she slowly made her way across the yard to the barn.

I finished my tasks, picked up the carry-bag, and walked towards the barn. She was kneeling, of course, eyes down. But a number of the barn kittens had found this strange female human kneeling motionless, and took it upon themselves to investigate. I nearly burst out in laughter as one playfully climbed onto her lap only to tumble down between her legs. Another jumped playfully at the blue butterfly tattoo that sat just behind her left hip.

They scattered when they heard me enter. Her back tensed. I took slow measured strides towards her, the sound of my leather boots on the floor echoing in the cavernous barn. I could tell swallow was fighting hard against her instincts to turn around. I stopped behind her. Her breathing was shallow and quick. She was scared. She certainly didn’t know who exactly to expect, even though I had invited her over. Dropping to one knee, I reached around, and tenderly cupped a breast. My other hand slipped down between her legs. My greetings.

“Hello, my little swallow.”

The tension inside her small frame released in the loud rush of a gasp. “My Lord!” she cried.

I smiled, and tenderly kissed her shoulder before standing again. Walking around her, I noticed she steadfastly kept her eyes downcast, even with the new surroundings around her. “Do you like my farm, swallow?”

“What I’ve seen so far, my Lord, is beautiful. But how do you find time?”

“During the week, the neighbours keep an eye on things. But I have the weekends to myself,” I answered.

I dropped the carry-bag at my feet. The metal loops inside gave a clatter. Her eyes darted up, quickly, and just as quickly focused down again. “How long have we been Dom and sub, my little one?”

“Three Fridays ago, my Lord. Three Fridays from yesterday that you caught me,” was her answer. I smiled, reminiscing the wonderful evening.

“And yet, you still kneel as an unadorned sub: no collar, no cuffs. That situation, at least partly, we will remedy today.” From the bag, I shook out the two pairs of cuffs, one set for her wrists and one set for her ankles. Each cuff was a 2-inch strip of black dyed cowhide. A second belted piece with a buckle was tacked over it. A stainless steel D-ring hoop completed the cuff. With a clip, or a length of leather strap, the cuffs could quickly and easily be bound together.

“Present your wrists, palms up.” I ordered. She did as she was asked. I wrapped the cuffs firmly over those dainty wrists, tightening the strap until the cuffs could not move. “Does that feel comfortable?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

I picked up the ankle cuffs, and moved behind her. “Lean forward, elbows to the ground, and raise your ass up.” Again, she complied, offering me a delectable view of her feminine charms. I was sorely tempted to dive into that temple of love which I had paid homage at the night before. But work before pleasure, I told myself.

The cuffs wrapped around her ankles equally well. I was pleased and reminded myself to send a note of thanks to the leathermaker to made them for me. Taking a last longing look at her charms, I patted her rump, and she sat up in her familiar kneeling position again. “My Lord, you are too kind to this sub,” she sighed. I could see a smile on her face.

I looked her over, her pale white skin contrasted against the black leather cuffs. “But it is too soon for a collar on you, little swallow. A collar will be something you will have to earn.”

She nodded vigorously. “I will try hard, my Lord. One day, I will proudly wear your collar.”

Such a drive for excellence. And just a touch of arrogance. “I am sure you will,” I smiled. And I’ll take great pleasure in bringing you there, I wondered to myself. “You may look up.”

She did so, taking in the barn. Along the left wall were four horse stalls. Along the right side hung the riding gear: saddles, girths, lassos, bit and bridles, feeding bags and other farm and riding implements. But her eyes lingered on the riding crops, and widened at the bullwhip.

“Do you use those?”

I laughed. “Perhaps you’ll feel the crops, my little one. But the bullwhips are for show only.”

She looked around at the empty stalls. “You don’t own horses yet, my Lord?”

“You may not have seen them when you came. I usually don’t keep them inside on gorgeous days like today. They’re out in the back corral. A stallion and two mares.” I answered as I walked to the right wall. I untied a rope which looped up to a pulley in a crossbeam above us. I let the other end lower down. She watched me, wondering. “Stand up, and show me your wrists.”

She scrambled to obey. I looped the end of the rope through the pair of D-rings on her wrist cuffs, and proceeded to firmly bind her wrists together in a rope noose. She caught on to what I wanted. “Will the rope hold me, My Lord?”

“If it can winch up a pallet of feed, it can hold you,” I grinned. I tugged the other end of the rope, and her arms were pulled up over her head. I pulled further, and her feet were raised. I continued until her toes just left the floor. I tied the rope around a post and walked up to her. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

I checked her hands and arms. The rope did not cut off circulation since the wrist cuffs bore most of the weight. I looked at her and reached forward, taking a soft firm breast in each hand. I leaned down and took one rosy brown nipple into my mouth, sucking hard to build a tight vacuum. She responded with a smile of pleasure as the nipple hardened to a fleshy knob in my mouth. I playfully nipped it between my lips.

Pushing gently, I sent her in a gentle sway. She struggled a bit, her toes waving under her in a futile attempt at touching ground. I laughed, and caught her in a hug. I nuzzled deep into the nape of her neck, tugging at her ears with my lips, kissing her neck and shoulders, and flicking my tongue delicately into the tangy velvet of skin under her arms. Her eyes closed as a sigh escaped her lips. The scent of her filled my senses. And I held her close, taking deep breathes.

I smiled, and moved back to the rope. I proceeded to pull her up three feet before stopping again.

“My Lord, what are you planning for me?” she asked, eyes wide and unsure of things from her position.

I grinned. I couldn’t let her lovely temple of Venus rise any higher without paying my respects, could I? She understood as well as I parted her thighs, bending forward to nuzzle and inhale her wonderful musky scents. My tongue flicked at her, hoping to tease out her clit. She squirmed. I gently parted the petals of her lips and nibbled my way into her heat.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned, draping her legs over my shoulders, her feet encouraging me to move closer against her. I reached around and found firm handfuls of ass with which I pulled her to my mouth.

“My Lord! Ohhhh!” came her cry.

Her eyes were closed. Suckling her with a few more nibbles of my tongue, I stopped and stepped back. Her eyes snapped open.

“My Lord? Please…!”

I moved back to the rope. “All in good time, my love. We shouldn’t tire you out before the day has even started.”

I pulled her further up until her toes reached my shoulders. Walking under her and looking up, the sight was certainly interesting. I smiled, leaned over to place a kiss on the top of her foot as I tickled her sole, and proceeded to walk out of the barn.

“My Lord?”

I turned to her, and placed a finger over my lips. Outside the barn, I walked to the corral. My gorgeous Arabian stallion raced over with a happy snort and I vigorously rubbed his neck. His red-brown coat glistened like fine velvet under the sun. Bit, bridle, and reins on, but with only a simple rope girdle and stirrup, I mounted the horse and rode it leisurely back into the barn.

Again I was face level with her lovely temple. “Little swallow, meet my horse, Lollipop.”

She tittered. “Lollipop?”

“Yeah. When I first bought him, neighbour’s 5 year daughter came by to see the horse. She was sucking a lollipop. Before you know it, horse here leans down and munches the lollipop out of her hands. The name stuck. He knows what’s good to eat.” Lollipop took that opportunity to snort and stamp. “And it looks like he agrees with me about you.”

She blushed. I rode up under her, turning her so she faced forward. The rope was within reach, so I slowly lowered her back down until she sat in front of me. I untied her bound hands.

“That, my little one, was how they used to put knights in shining armour onto their horses. But you were much nicer to put on a horse, than an old tin can knight.” My arms under hers and holding the reigns, I nudged Lollipop forward and out into the farmyard.

***

We rode along the riding path in a steady canter. swallow had told me she knew how to ride horses, and indeed she did. But she was positively squirming in front of me, her breathing a series of ragged breaths.

Undoubtedly, naked and bareback to the gait of a horse did something for her beyond just riding pleasure. I leaned over and kissed her neck. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I’m… I’m… going to… come…” she gasped back.

I pulled Lollipop to a stop, grinning, but her squirming continued. I reached down between her legs. She was drenched. And my hand there didn’t help as she rubbed hard and cried out in her pleasure. A wave of her scent wafted up. I could feel myself harden quickly inside my jeans. And her ass rubbing against it didn’t help.

Lollipop looked to his side, seeming to take a look at her ecstasy, and snorted. I laughed.

***

I sat on the bank of the stream that ran through the farm. Lollipop stood further downstream to drink, and swallow playfully splashed in the cool water, a refreshing respite from the afternoon sun. She looked at me, her hair wet, her skin glistening with droplets of water, her eyes mischievous. “Come swim, my Lord!”

“I prefer to stay dry, my little one,” I replied. Under the shade of a tree, on a log seat, with a water nymph frolicking before me, I was satisfied with where I was.

“Just a little bit, my Lord?” she asked innocently, before sending a wave of cold water up the bank at me. Then she turned and ran giggling up the stream.

The insolent little minx! I raced after her. In my boots and jeans, running in the stream was hard work. But damned if I was gonna let that little tart splash me like that. I caught up with her, catching an arm. But she was naked, wet, slippery as a fish, and determined to escape. I resolved to hold on, finally hauling her over my shoulder. She wriggled. I brought a stinging slap against her ass that sent an echo across the farm. She howled, but stopped.

I trooped back onto land, and carried her back to where we were. Lollipop looked up from his drinking, and shook his head of water, and neighed. “Oh, be quiet, you,” I snapped at him. Damn smart-assed horse.

I set her on her feet. “Kneel!” I ordered.

From the tone of my voice, swallow knew I wasn’t just playing anymore. Well, at least turning on my serious Dom side. And she knew she was in trouble. She dropped to her knees. I tilted her head up and glared at her. Her lips quivered, and she looked away. “Look at me,” I commanded. She obeyed. “Perhaps we need to teach you a little lesson, naughty little sub.”

“I’m sorry, my Lord. I won’t do it again.” she pleaded. “I’m so sorry, sir!”

I glowered at her. Maybe it was about time she learned a thing or two about respect. I sat back down on the log. “Come here.” She stood and walked over. “Over my knees.” She realized what was coming up as she did so. “Over the knees, bare bottom spanking, two baker’s dozen.” I announced her punishment. She squirmed. “Three dozen.” She stopped.

I lay a palm on one white fleshy moon, squeezing it to test its resilience. Firm and springy to the touch. Made for spanking. I brought my hand up and down in a single motion, letting the flat palm strike her square over the cheek. It quivered and the sharp burst of noise echoed. In rhythmic time, my hand rose and fell, alternating her ass cheeks for thirty nine strokes.

At first she was silent, but soon that turned to sniffles, sobs, and cries. But as the punishment neared an end, and her ass glowing red, I felt her squirm over my knee, her thighs rubbing together less as if in pain and more in pleasure, and that faint whiff of her sexuality reached my nose. As the last spank echoed, I slipped my hand between her legs. She was wet. A low moan escaped her lips, partly from the sensation of her spanking, but it was tinged with pleasure.

I leaned down and kissed one ass cheek, then the other. Long lingering kisses, wetted with my tongue. My sign to her that she was punished and forgiven, and she was still cherished and loved.

I gently rubbed a palm over her ass cheeks, comforting them before slipping between her legs again. She responded to my touch, undulating her hips and rubbing herself against my hand. One finger, then two, I slipped them into her. Her hands clutched at my leg as she moved her hips. “Ohhh!” came her cry, and I felt her muscles constrict around my fingers as I pushed them in and out. “My Lord… I’m so sorry, my Lord… and I love you so! OHHH!”

And for a second time that afternoon, she came.

***

We stood in the middle of the stream, my arms wrapped around her. I had shed my clothes and lay them out in the sun to dry. I smiled down at her. She looked up at me, and smiled back shyly. “I didn’t expect a spanking to become so pleasurable, my Lord. Even more so than my first belt strapping.”

“Depends on the circumstances, little swallow. I’m sure pleasure was far from your mind when you were spanked as a child.”

“Yes, that is true. And I really am sorry for what I did, My Lord. I was behaving inappropriately for a sub.”

“So glad you recognize that.”

“But, my Lord. I knew that before I did it. Yet, I still did it.”

“Because you wanted to see what I would do? Or for the spanking?”

She nodded. “Yes… but not for the spanking, though I ended up enjoying it. It is a strange feeling. I want to be the best sub I can be for you, my Lord. And yet, I know there are times when my playful instinct seems to just click in.”

I hugged her close. “Well, I certainly don’t want a passive little sub!” I laughed. “Your little displays of insolent behaviour and naughtiness will certainly keep me busy.” She reached around to scratch a well-spanked and itchy ass. I playfully grabbed one of the fleshy globes and squeezed lovingly. “And we will keep your backside a warm glowing red to make sure you learn!”

***

I showed her the extent of my farm, careful not to ride near places where people could see her. We rode, and walked, and talked, and laughed.

As the sun settled downwards, we rode back along the path to the house. Nearing home, I whispered into her ear, “Perhaps you would pleasure me before we reach home?”

She did not need a second invitation. She swung herself around to face me and undid the top of my jeans. My cock was hard as a pole as she freed it from its confines. With a gleam in her eyes, she wriggled herself over me and settled down along my cock. She had been wet and ready for me. Then, to the canter of Lollipop, she bounced up and down over me.

It was a task to hold onto the reigns. For her part, swallow did her best to distract me. Her lithe arms caressed my back, stroking up to my shoulders, and slowly moved to my buttocks, the tinkle of the D-rings of her cuffs touching sounded like wind chimes. She had opened my shirt. With her hot little mouth, she nibbled on my nipples daintily, suckling them, swirling her tongue over them as I had over hers so many times before. And she rode my cock to the horse’s rhythm. Seeming to sense our frantic passions, Lollipop cantered faster. But it was more likely he realized we were close to home, and his mares awaited him.

I groaned out loud, as each step Lollipop took, sent swallow‘s hot tight womb sliding over me. She stopped her ministrations, opting to hold onto me tightly, bouncing herself up and down with passion. My cock cleaved sensuously into her, pushing hard and deep with each step of the horse. For her small stature, she had no problems taking me into her comfortably.

And as we galloped into the farmyard, the pressure in my groin reached overflow. I came, my cock buried to the hilt inside her, filling her with my hot come. I could do nothing but grip the reigns hard, crying out my pleasure for all the farm animals to hear. And swallow clutched me hard against her, her breasts and hard nipples brushing against my chest, as she moved her hips to milk me. And then her gasps and sighs joined mine in mutual pleasure.

The sun slowly set in the horizon as Lollipop slowly paced around the yard. The two of us were oblivious to nothing but the afterglow of our passions. No sweat, dust or darkening evening could distract the close and intimate unity that became of me, and my swallow.