Something about Mary I looked out of the window of my study, below in the courtyard was a hive of activity as my staff went about their daily business, a creaking sound as old Tom my gardener pushed the even older wheelbarrow towards the large greenhouse where he lovingly tended the plants that once grown would adorn the flowerbeds of my walled garden. In one corner the garage door was open and outside my chauffeur was polishing the shiny radiator on my Rolls Royce, the sun glinting off the gleaming chrome, I will say one thing for him, he really looked after that car. The youngest member of my staff, a lad called Fred who'd just left school at 15 sat in the sun and smiled as he cleaned the pile of boots and shoes that stood before him, he was a bright lad and I had high hopes for his future, he showed an interest in mechanical things and if he proved himself I intended on employing him in my mill as a fitter. The clipping of hooves caught my attention and I gazed across the cobbles as my large black stallion appeared around the corner, his coat shone in the sunlight as Mary, the stablegirl led him out towards the paddock field, I turned my attention from the horse to her as I noticed how tightly her white blouse clung to her breasts and then as she headed away from me I noticed how tight her beige jodhpurs were and how they clung to her firm buttocks, a deep furrow ran up the middle as they burrowed deeply into the crack of her shapely rear and the way they accentuated her shapely thighs as, just below her knee they merged seamlessly with her long black leather riding boots. Mary was the only female I employed on my outdoor staff, apart from her the only other women in my house were the cook and the parlourmaid, my father had never been keen on women working on the staff, he always said they proved a distraction to the men and watching Mary's shapely figure as she crossed the cobbled courtyard I could see exactly what he meant. She came to me at 16, the daughter of a woman who worked in my mill on the other side of town, I'd first met her as a young girl when she used to spend hours on a Sunny Sunday watching my horse as he grazed in the meadow behind the house, then one day as I was taking my Sunday afternoon stroll I saw her in the meadow, this time she was actually riding him and bareback. I was quite impressed at the way she cantered him across the lush green field even though I was at the same time annoyed that she was riding him without my permission, nobody but me had ever been allowed to ride the massive black hunter, he was mine and mine alone. I'd made my way to the meadow and when she'd seen me she had leapt from his back and tried to run away but hadn't managed it, even then as I asked her why she was riding my horse I could tell by the way her breasts heaved as she panted that one day she would turn into an extremely pretty young lady and I suppose it was this as I listened to her confess that she'd been riding my horse for months that made me offer her a job when she left school, well that and the fact that she seemed to have an excellent knowledge of horses. I'd told her that she could continue to ride my horse on Sunday's but she must come up to the house and let me know she was doing it, the last thing I wanted was her to have an accident and be lying in the field injured and nobody know she was there, and so it was that Mary began to ride Blaze on a regular basis, she'd arrive after church and tell me she was here and then just after three o'clock she'd come back and tell me she was going home. It kept her happy and Blaze did seem to like the extra attention and indeed it wasn't long before not only was she riding him, but also grooming him and what an excellent job she made of it, his coat seemed to take on an even greater sheen when she had groomed him and everybody noticed. By the time she came to work for me at 16 she was already turning into a shapely young woman and I was not a little concerned that I may have made a mistake promising her a job as even at that young age I could see a lot of the men eyeing her as she made her way to and from work. The smell of cooking wafted in through my window, I inhaled deeply as I tried to work out what delicious meal the cook was preparing for me today, Ahh yes, it smelled like a roast, there was nothing more I liked than a well prepared roast and indeed I made a habit of having them three times a week, chicken, lamb or beef all cooked and served with an assortment of delicious vegetables,she certainly knew her job did cook I had to give her that. It was about three o'clock, or just after that the trouble started, I was dozing fitfully in my favourite leather armchair after an excellent lunch and a glass of brandy when I heard a woman scream, this was followed a little while later by an urgent knocking on the door of my study, “come in” I called, the door opened and there stood the parlourmaid, “please sir, cook wants you, will you come sir, she says it's urgent”. I rose from my chair, “ok, lets see what all the fuss is about” I replied as she hurried out of the door, down the stairs and along the hall. Sat in the kitchen was cook and she seemed to be in a state of shock, I'd never seen her so upset, to be honest I'd always thought of her as unflapable, it must have been something terrible to get her in this state, I told the parlourmaid to fetch a glass of brandy from my study, it would help to calm cooks shattered nerves. We sat down and as she sipped the brandy she seemd to regain her composure, “tell me what has happened?” I asked, “eeh it were terrible, reet shocking it were, I fair near died” she told me in her broad Lancashire accent. “what was, what happened?” I continued, she took a gulp of the brandy as if to strengthen her nerves, “well it were like this, ah wanted some 'erbs from't garden and as it were nice so ah thought ah'd go an get em me'sen, anyroad as ah were passin yon stable ah ear'd a giggling so ah looked in and tha'll never guess wor ah saw, it were 'er, Mary”, she paused and took another gulp from the brandy, “as ah said it were Mary, she were lyin in't straw an she 'ad her top off, this lad were playin wi udders an she ad his dickie in her mouth, onest, I were fair shocked, I were married to me 'usband fer nigh on forty year and we ne'r did owt so orrid, I tell yer, it were reet disgustin'. I did my best not to chuckle, although it was the mid 1950's and well as an attractive young girl I should have expected something like this, I still found it funny the way cook had reacted, still at sixty odd years old, I should have been surprised if she'd acted any different, “ok, leave it to me, I'll sort it” I told her, trying to put her mind at ease. I had inherited the house, and the older staff from my father, he'd inherited the house,but not the staff (although it sometimes felt like it) from his father, the family had made it's money from the cotton mill we owned in town, in it's hayday cotton had been king and had been exported all over the world, as fabrics went, Lancashire was to cotton as Egypt was to silk, now however cheaperartificial fabrics were beginning to appear and I could see quite clearly that I would be the last of our family to earn a living from it, to be honest, unless I did something about finding a wife, I could well be the last of the family. I made my way across the cobbled courtyard and into the stable, Mary gasped as she saw me, not surprising given that at that moment in time she was still topless, her man friend had disappeared and she was leaned against the wall, one hand buried deep down the front of her jodhpurs, even without the flushed look on her face, it was obvious to anyone what she was doing. “oh, hello sir, you startled me then” she said, then as if to somehow explain her current situation she added, “I was just getting some straw out of my jodhpurs, it gets everywhere it really does”, judging by the look on my face she could tell I didn't believe her for a minute. “Mary, I have just heard something disturbing, when you have quite finished I would like you to join me in the tack room please” I said in a rather stern voice, I turned smartly on my heel and headed next door. A few moments later I heard the thud of her riding boots on the stone floor as she entered, this time her blouse was fastened and apart from a few wisps of straw in her hair, she looked perfectly normal, “close the door, and lock it, what I have to say is between you and I and I do not wish to be disturbed”, there was a dull thud as the heavy wooden door swung shut, followed by a metalic clunk as she shot the bolt home, we would not now be disturbed! I sat in the wooden chair and she stood before me looking somewhat nervous, no doubt she had a good idea what I was going to say, what she was probably wondering was what course of action I would take, and to be honest so was I. Ordinarily had anyone else behaved like that I would have dismissed them on the spot, but Mary well, there had never been anyone who could handle Blaze like she did, nobody else looked after him like she did, and, as I looked at her standing there in her leather boots, tight beige jodhpurs and open necked white blouse, I began to consider there may also be another reason why I would be loathe to dispense with her services. I put to her although in a slightly different way that cook had, the allegation that earlier that day she had been caught indulging in sex acts with an unknown male and she somewhat reluctantly admitted it. “it wasn't meant to happen sir, it just did, it was Blaze's fault really, honest it was”. I was at a loss to see just how a horse could in any way be responsible for what had occurred earlier and was most interested to hear her explanation, I felt certain that whatever it was, it was going to be interesting. “well sir it's like this, whenever I ride Blaze I get a funny feeling down there”, she blushed and pointed to her crotch, “and the longer I ride, the worse it gets, well when I say it gets worse, well I suppose it's quite nice really” she blushed even more and stared at the stone floor, “oh I see, so what happened today then, or had that happened before too?” I enquired, “oh no sir, never, you see today I was riding Blaze in the meadow and he was really frisky so I gave him a really good gallop, the odd feeling down there was worse than ever and when I came back I noticed a little wet patch on my jodhpurs, I went into the stable to see what it was, I didn't think I'd had a wee, and I undid my jodhpurs not realising the lad from the animal feed shop was making his delivery. By the time I'd realised it was too late, I had my jodhpurs down, he is always making rude comments about me and this time he said if I didn't do what he wanted, well, he'd tell everyone I was being dirty” I looked at her, I could understand why the young lad had done what he did, to be honest the more I looked at her the more attractive I was beginning to find her however I could not overlook what had happened and whilst I could not stop her indulging in sexual activity, which she undoubtedly would continue, I had to be certain that she would not be giving a repeat performance at work, I had no doubt that by morning half the young lads in the village would have heard about it and the last thing I wanted was a procession of randy young males keen to try their luck. “tell me Mary, had you ever done anything like that before?” she shook her head, “I see, and how did it feel, did you like it, be honest now”, she blushed once more, “well to be honest sir when he was handling my boobies it gave me a feeling not unlike when I ride Blaze, not as strong, but very similar” I nodded, “ah, I see, and what about what you did to him, did you enjoy that? She thought for a minute, “well not really sir, but he said he did, and he said I'd get used to swallowing the cream out of his dick, he said it was something a good woman did, to be honest I thought he was having a wee in my mouth at first, but he wasn't” It was obvious from this conversation that this was her first sexual encounter and clearly in matters sexual, her knowledge was sadly lacking. I decided that rather than dismiss her I would punish her quite severely, or at least give her the option, she could either take the punishment or leave, it was up to her, “Mary, you know what you did was wrong don't you, well not really wrong, sex isn't wrong, or dirty, it was where you did it that was, shall we say, inappropriate and I'm afraid it cannot go unpunished and for the distress you caused to cook well I'm afraid it would have to be a quite severe punishment, or you could always find yourself another job, it's up to you” “oh no sir, I love my job and I don't want to leave here” she replied, “right then it's up to you, I will give you the rest of the day to decide, don't rush into a decision, as I say it will be quite a severe punishment. If you are prepared to accept my punishment then meet me here tomorrow at nine am sharp, if you are not here I will assume you have decided to seek employment elsewhere” I stood up, walked to the door, opened it and headed back to my study, secretly deep down I hoped she'd accept the punishment, she wasn't going to get another job like this one and besides I really did like having her around, the only problem now was to decide on her punishment, I poured a glass of brandy and sat in my favourite leather chair to give the problem careful consideration. After breakfast the following morning I headed down to the tack room, it was about ten minutes to nine when I arrived and very shortly afterwards I heard the familiar thud of boots outside, the door opened slowly and in walked Mary, her dark hair tied back, her blouse fastened up to the neck and her beige jodhpurs spotlessly clean, the only flaw in her appearance was a small mud spatter on the toe of her boot. “oh sir, you're here already” she remarked on seeing me, “yes that's right, I'm early, and so are you I'm pleased to see” I replied, noting that the clock on the wall said it was five minutes to nine, I've always despised lateness in a person, it shows a marked lack of respect! “well Mary, you're here, have you made a decision?” I asked, she nodded her head “yes sir, I will take the punishment” she replied rather nervously. “I thought you might, and to be honest I hoped so too, you're quite an asset to me and I should hate to lose you over one error of judgement, the trick is to make sure it isn't repeated and I think, or rather hope that the punishment I have in mind will ensure you never forget it” I told her, I arose from my chair and made my way to the cupboard in the corner, it contained a variety of items used in connection with horses, “close the door and lock it please” I told her as I scanned it's contents for what I needed. I heard the bolt slide closed and the sound of her boots on the stone floor, they seemed softer now, like she wasn't so confident! “remove your blouse, place it on the chair and stand by the hitching post please” I instructed, even though she was about to be punished I saw no reason to be impolite, politness was something else I considered important. I heard a soft rustling sound then footsteps as she removed her blouse and stood waiting by the hitching post. I took a thin leather strap and a riding crop from the cupboard and walked slowly towards her, I couldn't help but notice the way her nipples seemed to protrude through the flimsy material of her white bra, to be honest the only thing I thought was how much nicer she'd look in some nice white silky underwear, what was happening? Here I was about to punish the girl and all I could think about was how she needed new underwear. Taking one end of the strap I bound it around her left wrist and then her right, looped it around the hitching post and then using the other end I bound her booted feet together, she was now tied to the post and unable to move, I picked up the crop and looked at Mary, I could see a nervousness in her eyes, “are you sure you want to go ahead with this?” she nodded, “yes sir”. I took the crop and tentatively tapped it across her left buttock, I could see her tensing them as she felt the thin implement make contact with her pert bottom CRACK! The crop made a loud sound as it made contact with her left buttock, this was followed by a small yelp of pain, the second crack a few moments later was just as loud, this time on her right buttock, the yelp of pain was slightly louder this time however. Over the next few minutes I delivered four firm strokes to each of her buttocks, I deliberately left a few moments between each stroke, I wanted her to feel each one, not to be sadistic, but to ensure she never forgot her punishment. I was just about to land the fifth stroke on her left buttock when she squirmed slightly, but that was all she did, she neither spoke or whimpered, just squirmed, to be honest I had expected more of a reaction considering the whipping she had taken. I brought the crop down once more this time the loud crack was followed not by a yelp but by a muffled sigh. I continued apace with the final three strokes, finally the punishment had been completed. I bent down to release the strap from her feet and noticed a small dark patch on the crotch of her jodhpurs, had she wet herself I wondered?I unwrapped the strap from the post, all that was left was to release her hands, as I stood in front of her I glanced down once more at her crotch, yes it was indeed damp, but I doubted she'd wet herself as it hadn't run down her shapely thighs, nothing was wet apart from her crotch, her nipples that had earlier protruded slightly through her flimsy bra now appeared to stick out like chapel hat pegs,I had initially on seing the damp patch wondered if she had merely leaked into her jodhpurs and had managed to hold it rather than wetting herself, however this made me wonder, had she actually found the whole thing arousing? I untied her hands and pondered for a moment, “remove your bra”, she had it off in seconds and dropped it onto the stone floor,as I'd suspected her nipples were very enlarged and she looked a little flushed. “I am not entirely sure my punishment had the desired effect on you” I told Mary, tell me, did the whipping cause you to wet yourself? Mary looked at me and her cheeks reddened, “well I did sir, but I don't think it was in the way you meant”. I reached out and undid the button on her jodhpurs, lowered the zip and slid my hand inside onto the soft fabric of her soaking panties, seconds later I was probing her clit with a finger, that too was wet, in fact the whole of her vagina was soaking, but not with piss, but with cum! I rubbed her swollen clit with my finger then began to tweak it between finger and thumb, she began to moan in pleasure at this and her breath quickened, within a few minutes I felt a warm stickiness on my fingers, yet again Mary had cum in her panties. I was not only aware of this but also a growing stiffness inside my trousers, then I became aware of a hand, Mary's hand, brushing my crotch, “ooh sir, look what I've made you do now” she said softly. I removed my hand from inside her panties and she began to fall slowly to her knees, at first I thought she had fainted but as she removed my cock from my trousers I realised it was not the case, her warm lips closed around my hard cock and her head began to bob slowly up and down, it took all my willpower to manage to hold out for the ten minutes I did, finally I felt a twitching sensation as I emptied my load into her pretty mouth, without so much as a cough she swallowed the lot! I took hold of her hands and lifted her gently to her feet, with one hand I pulled the front of her jodhpurs forward, with the other I took hold of my cock, pointed it inside and began to piss, it formed a small puddle before seeping slowly through her jodhpurs, down her thighs and into her boots, she shivered and sighed softly, “oooh sir, I like that”she purred. I fastened her jodhpurs picked up her bra and handed it to her, “get dressed” she put on her blouse and stood in front of me, a dark stain down each of her thighs would make people think that she'd wet herself, no doubt then they would assume she'd had a fairly severe punishment. I put the strap and the crop back in the cupboard, “I do believe you enjoyed that Mary” she remained silent but nodded her agreement, “I would appreciate it in future if after riding blaze should you feel, lets say 'uncomfortable' I would appreciate it if you came to see me instead of anyone else, oh and come and see me tomorrow morning, I think it would be a good idea if we did something about your underwear, I think it would be beneficial if I were to invest in some new stuff” She smiled and nodded, “anything you say sir” I closed the cupboard door, “good, now perhaps you had better go home and get out of those wet jodhpurs, oh and don't be letting any of the local lads help you, understand” She smiled once more, “oh don't worry sir, after this morning I will always come to you to help me with my little 'problem'” END OF PART ONE