The day after Gram's birthday party, I had Brandi in her abbreviated riding togs (helmet, dickey, blazer, boots, and crop, but no jodhpurs or panties) kneeling on all fours on my bed. I mounted her from behind, standing on the floor. I gave Brandi her head at first, but then I let her know I was in charge. I raised her head and kept her face forward by holding back pressure on her single long braid with my left hand. That also kept her body pressed back against mine.

She whinnied her approval. I drew the short riding crop from Brandi's right boot and increased her gait by showing it to her. The bed bounced faster and faster and Brandi's breathing kept pace. I slipped the crop under the front of Brandi's blazer and brushed her bra-less breasts with it. Her pace spurted each time the crop flicked one of her nipples. When Brandi thought she could go no faster, I taught her she could by whipping her rump with her riding crop. She was soon bucking and snorting through one orgasm after another. I released my grip on her hair and she fell face down on the bed in a gasping, twitching, jolting, pink puddle.