The Academy was out in the country, not near any city or even village. Edward had his left hand on Teresa's thigh while he was driving, stroking her gently. He had noticed how she had lifted her short summer dress in the back when she sat down on the black leather seat in the Jaguar. It was certain that she was wearing only a flirty thong to enjoy the feeling of the leather against the bare skin of her bottom. It pleased Edward that Teresa was so often up to some sort of mischief. One time, a few weeks ago, she even guided his hand right between her legs to let him know that she wasn't wearing any panties at all that day. He fingered her while he was driving and almost got into an accident.

Edward considered himself lucky to have Teresa as his wife. He recalled how they first met at the University of Birmingham, almost three years ago. It was coincidence that they met at all, considering that Teresa studied art history and he attended the business school. At first Edward was surprised by Teresa's habit of getting over his lap when they hung out at his flat, watching TV or reading books. The first few evenings he just caressed her sexy jeans bottom, but after a few days of that Teresa grew restless and irritated. Then she asked him outright whether he was going to smack her or not. She didn't have to ask twice. Edward smacked her jeans bottom, left and right, until his hand started to hurt. From that day on he spanked Teresa almost regularly, but not every day of course.

A road sign indicating to take a left turn to Ashton Fields interrupted Edwards thoughts. The last ten miles to the estate they had to drive on a dirt road and Edward had to concentrate on driving. The Academy consisted of a lodge with a dozen or so rooms for the guests, a main house, and a large stable for the horses. Edward and Teresa were greeted by the manager of the Riding Academy when they entered the lodge:

"Teresa, say Hello to Lester. Lester manages the academy and is in charge of all affairs here."

Teresa stared at the long riding switch Lester had in his hand and greeted him with a short "Hello." Lester explained to Teresa that everything she needed would be provided for by the Academy. Then Edward talked to Lester in private, with Teresa waiting in the reception area. But they returned quickly, after only a couple of minutes.

"Okay darling, I'll be back next weekend. Have a good time, yes?"

He gave Teresa a kiss and left to drive back home. Teresa felt somewhat uneasy, but she didn't want to disappoint her husband. She decided she would survive four weeks in the country, even if it bored the hell out of her. She followed Lester who showed her to her room upstairs. He told her that she needed to change for the afternoon and that all the clothes she needed she would find on her bed.

The riding outfit she found was neatly folded. The pants were so tight that she decided that it was better not to wear any panties beneath them. She put on the riding boots, the jacket, and the hat. Then she grabbed the switch, flexed it with her hands and smacked it against her boots:

"I will punish you for this, Edward!," she said to herself and giggled.

Teresa looked at herself in the mirror. She took off the jacket and looked over her shoulder while walking away from the mirror. Yes, one could see every movement of her ass cheeks under those drum tight pants. With a devilish smile on her face she decided to leave the jacket and hat upstairs when she went to report for her first lesson. She figured she could say that it was too warm to wear a jacket that afternoon.

Lester did not smile when he saw Teresa coming down without jacket and hat. He was tapping his riding switch against his boot and looked Teresa over, from head to foot. Without the jacket, he could see the outlines of Teresa's firm, high-perched breasts under her tight white blouse. Her hair was like strains of lustrous glass, a yellow type of blonde. She was a tall and graceful young woman, with a narrow waist and well rounded hips.

"Well, making up your own dress code, Teresa? Edward probably did not tell you? Besides riding, you are also here to be taught discipline, Teresa. Discipline! Do you know what that means? Probably not. Young ladies nowadays, they aren't taught any more. But it's never too late. You'll see. I promise you, Teresa!"

Teresa had no clue what Lester was talking about. He opened the door for her and asked her to walk ahead, over to the stable. Lester walked close behind her, he wanted to have a good look at his new pupil. She walked with a haughty strut, her head up high. Her tight bottom cheeks were rolling with each step, it almost seemed like she exaggerated the sway of her ass. Lester was smiling while staring at Teresa's behind. He knew, there would be many opportunities to whip that young bottom of hers during the next few weeks.

He opened the door to the stable and led Teresa straight to the tack room. A strange scene was awaiting Teresa: There were five young ladies, properly dressed in their riding outfits, standing next to each other along the wall. In the middle of the room was a trestle with a saddle mounted upon it. A girl was lying face down over that saddle, her wrists and ankles tied to the trestle. Because she was bending over, her riding pants were stretched so tight that one could see the exact shape of the curves of her bottom.

"That's Maggie, another student here, Teresa," Lester said to her quietly. "She also makes up her own rules, just like you. Now you'll see what happens to disobedient young ladies at the Ashton Fields Academy. Remember, next time it might be you over that saddle! Just watch, Teresa!"

Teresa broke out in a cold sweat. A tall and muscular man carefully selected one of the many riding switches and took it off a hook. His name was Clyde, a bear of a man. He was the stable master at the riding academy. He took a firm stand behind Maggie, his legs wide apart. He raised the switch, then brought it down right across the seat of Maggie's pants: Craacckk-Smaacckk! It sounded almost like a pistol shot going off! A split second later the girl was screaming, her eyes wide open. Craacckk-Smaaacckkk! The next lash rang out without giving the girl a chance to recover. Maggie was writhing in her bounds, trying to shift her bottom cheeks away, to the side, anywhere! To no avail: one lash after the other cracked across Maggie's ass.

Teresa's eyes were also wide open. At first she was watching in horror how the poor girl got her ass thrashed by the stable master. But after she witnessed the first dozen lashes she wondered what Maggie's ass looked like under those riding pants. Were the welts already purple or still red? How long will it be until she might be able to sit on her bottom again? That last thought made Teresa smile, at a time when the poor girl over the trestle was sobbing and screaming with a voice already hoarse. Lester noticed Teresa smiling during the whipping and he knew what kind of girl he had at hand with Teresa. He reached out and brushed the palm of his hand over her bottom, caressing her ass cheeks while they watched the whipping. Teresa blushed, but she didn't resist Lester. On the contrary, she opened her stand slightly, hoping his hand would find those itching lips between her legs.

After two dozen lashes the stable master stopped and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Lester let him know that two dozen was enough punishment for Maggie. Disappointed, Clyde put the switch back on the hook. Then he ran his hand over Maggie's ass to feel the welts he had raised with the switch. He gave her a hearty slap on each cheek before he untied her and helped her up. Maggie was hardly able to walk, but she managed. She was a proud young woman, very much like Teresa.

Walking back to the loft was slightly embarrassing to Teresa. Lester was walking behind her. She couldn't be sure, but she was afraid that she had a wet stain on her pants right between her legs. She was aroused, and she didn't wear any panties! Surely I'll get my ass whipped for that, Teresa thought.

"No, not the Loft," Lester said. "To the main house, Teresa. We have a couple of nice bedrooms there. You can stay at the main house with Edward when he visits. And tonight, as part of your training."

Inside the main house Lester showed Teresa to a luxurious bedroom and told her to get on the bed.

"On your knees, Teresa. Here at the Academy you will also learn to please your husband. That's why Edward brought you here. I want you to tease me with your backside. Show me how irresistible you can be. Right now!"

Teresa, still aroused, arched her back and ran her hand suggestively over her ass cheeks. Looking over her shoulder directly into Lester's eyes she swayed her bottom slightly from side to side and rocked back and forth, stretching her pants as tight as possible. She shamelessly grabbed and rubbed her crotch, moaning from the pleasure. Then she caressed her ass again and gave herself a couple of smacks, as if asking for a spanking.

Lester put one hand on the small of her back and told Teresa to raise her bottom. He smacked her ass hard, about a dozen times. Not a stranger to spankings of love, Teresa relaxed and imagined it was Edward spanking her behind. The warm glow on her bottom felt pleasant, especially when Lester began caressing her between her legs. She felt getting closer and closer to having an orgasm.

"You will have to get used to it, Teresa," Lester said and picked up the riding switch. "It's not as bad as you think. Just present yourself properly, Teresa. This is for not dressing properly this afternoon."

Craacckk-Smaaacckk! The impact of that first lash made Teresa gasp for air. Then it got worse: it felt like a thin line of fire burning on her behind, burning more and more hot, spreading on her cheeks with prickling pain running up her spine! Tears were blinding Teresa. She reached back with her hands and clasped her cheeks to protect them, but Lester insisted that she present herself again. The imprint of the riding switch was clearly visible on the seat of her pants: a thin, straight line crossing both half's of her magnificent ass.

Whip-Smaaacckkk! Cracckk-Smaaaacckk! The lashes rang out loud with Teresa crying and finally screaming from the intense pain caused by the switch. Actually she only got six lashes in all, but they felt much worse than anything Teresa had ever experienced before. Lester ran his hand soothingly over her bottom to calm her down.

"You can sleep here tonight, Teresa. Tomorrow kindly get up on time, please. And dress properly, young lady! Or you'll find yourself over the trestle in the stable, like Maggie. Try to be a good girl tomorrow, will you?"

Teresa continued to cry for several minutes after Lester left. The pain was slowly subsiding and Teresa couldn't resist touching herself. She turned around, pushed her hand down the front of her pants, and rubbed and played with her pussy.

Dreaming with half open eyes Teresa noticed that Lester had left his whip on the bed. She picked it up and took a closer look at the instrument that caused so much pain. Running her fingers from the handle down to the tip she wondered how leather could be this finely woven.

"Now you will give me some pleasure," Teresa said to herself, pulled down her pants, and pushed the riding switch handle into her slit. Spreading her legs wider and wider she masturbated with the whip. The smooth handle of the switch got soaked with her juices of lust. Her heartbeat skyrocketed as she pulled out the whip handle and instead used her own two fingers to masturbate. Tossing her head from side to side Teresa recalled the image of Maggie getting her ass whipped by the stable master. She imagined Maggie in her room, and how she pulled down her pants and looked at her backside in the mirror. The mental picture of Maggie's bottom full of whip prints excited Teresa.

Moaning loudly she finally climaxed. Panting from the exhaustion Teresa closed her eyes and dozed off. The whip was still next to her on the bed. She had one finger in her mouth, sucking on it unconsciously. That is how Lester found Teresa when he returned to get his whip.