The gravel crunched under their boots as Erik and Ashley strolled away from the farmhouse, the evening air thick with the scent of grilled steak still lingering from dinner. Ashley's heart raced a little faster than usual, her mind replaying the warning Erik had given her earlier that day. "No touching yourself in the shower," he'd said, his voice low and firm while he fired up the BBQ outside. But the hot water had felt too good, her fingers slipping between her thighs almost without thinking, chasing that quick release. Now, with the tack room looming ahead—a weathered outbuilding tucked behind the barn, stuffed with riding gear and forgotten harnesses—she knew her punishment was coming. The thought sent a thrill through her, mixing guilt with that familiar buzz of excitement.
Erik walked beside her, his hand brushing hers casually, but there was a purposeful edge to his stride. They'd explored this space before, back when their flirtations first turned heated, poking through the dusty shelves of leather straps and bridles. Ashley had always been drawn to the raw, tactile quality of it all, and tonight, it felt like the perfect stage for whatever Erik had in mind. He pushed open the door, the hinges creaking softly, and ushered her inside. The room was dimly lit by a single bulb, but Erik didn't flip on more lights. Instead, he reached for a box of matches on a nearby shelf, striking one to life. He lit a few candles scattered around—thick pillars on an old workbench, smaller ones on hooks by the rafters—casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls. Ashley didn't notice at first; her eyes were already on the reins dangling from the exposed beams overhead, thick leather loops swaying gently like an invitation.
She stepped closer, intrigued, reaching up to tug at them. They were sturdy, meant for holding horses in check, but in this moment, they sparked something playful and forbidden in her. Ashley pulled harder, trying to yank one free, her arms stretching as she balanced on her toes. The leather held firm, unyielding, and she laughed under her breath, frustrated but curious. Behind her, Erik moved silently, his boots muffled on the scattered hay. He closed the distance in seconds, his hands sliding around her waist before she could react. Ashley gasped as he spun her slightly, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her breasts to the cool air. The fabric fell open, her nipples hardening instantly under his gaze.
Before she could protest or tease back, Erik grabbed the reins she'd been fiddling with. He looped them around her wrists with practiced ease—memories of their last time here flashing in his mind, how she'd tested him then too, earning a similar restraint. Ashley's hands were pulled above her head, the leather biting just enough to hold her in place as he secured the ends to a beam. She tugged experimentally, her body arching forward, but she wasn't going anywhere. "Erik," she breathed, a mix of surprise and heat in her voice, but he just smirked, stepping back to admire her.
His eyes roamed her body, taking in the way her skirt hugged her hips, the flush creeping up her chest. Erik's hands returned, slower this time, tracing the curve of her exposed breasts. He circled her nipples with his thumbs, light at first, then pinching just hard enough to make her whimper. Ashley's breath hitched, her body responding despite the vulnerability of her position. He leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear. "You were told not to play with yourself in the shower," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "But you did, didn't you? Bad girl. And now I'm going to take my time punishing you."
The words hung in the air, dirty and direct, making Ashley's pussy clench with anticipation. Erik's teasing began in earnest—his fingers trailing down her stomach, dipping under the waistband of her skirt but pulling back before reaching where she wanted him. He kissed her neck, sucking lightly, then moved to her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin. Ashley squirmed against the reins, her arms straining, but he kept her on edge, building the heat with caresses that promised more. His hand cupped her breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slid up her thigh, brushing the damp fabric of her panties. She moaned, hips bucking toward him, but Erik withdrew, chuckling softly. "Not yet."
He repeated the torment, over and over—fingertips ghosting over her clit through her underwear, his mouth sucking her nipples until they ached, then stopping just as her breaths turned ragged. Ashley's frustration built, her body trembling, each denial making her wetter. "Please," she whispered, but he ignored it, stepping away briefly. That's when he reached for the new leather paddle hanging on the wall—a sleek, black thing they'd picked up on a whim during a farm supply run, its surface smooth but promising sting. Ashley's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips as he hefted it, the candlelight glinting off the leather.
Erik returned, pressing his body against hers, the paddle resting lightly against her thigh. "You've been teasing me all week," he said, his free hand slipping between her legs again, rubbing slow circles over her clit until she was panting. "Disobeying on purpose. Time to pay for it." He built her up once more, fingers pressing harder, his mouth on her breast, until she was right there—orgasm hovering, body taut. Then he pulled away, the paddle cracking against her ass in a sharp smack. The sound echoed in the tack room, the sting blooming hot across her skin. Ashley yelped, but it only fueled the ache between her thighs.
He alternated like that—teasing her pussy with firm strokes, whispering how wet she was getting, how her body begged for it, then delivering another smack with the paddle. It landed on her ass, then her thighs, each strike measured to heighten the sensation without overwhelming. Ashley's pleas grew louder, her voice breaking. "Erik, fuck, I need to come. Please, let me come." He paused, the paddle hovering, and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling in a messy, heated kiss that left her dizzy. "Beg for it properly," he demanded against her lips.
She did, words tumbling out—promises to be good, desperate requests for release. Satisfied, Erik decided to give it to her, but on his terms. He dropped to his knees, hiking her skirt up and yanking her panties down her legs. His mouth found her pussy, tongue flicking her clit with expert precision, while the paddle tapped lightly against her ass cheeks, building rhythm. Smack—lick—smack—suck. The combination was electric, pain and pleasure blurring. He paddled her tits next, the leather kissing her sensitive nipples, making her cry out. Ashley's body arched, the reins creaking above her, and then it hit—an intense orgasm ripping through her, her pussy pulsing against his tongue. She bucked wildly, legs shaking, barely able to stand as waves of pleasure crashed over her. It was all she could do to hold on, hands still tied, breath coming in sobs.
Erik rose slowly, kissing his way up her body—her stomach, her breasts, her neck—tasting the salt of her sweat. He lingered at her pussy again, lapping at her folds, savoring the fresh slickness. Every few licks, he'd deliver a quick smack to her ass with his hand, keeping the fire stoked. Ashley's oversensitive nerves sparked, her moans turning needy. "Untie me," she begged, voice hoarse. "Fuck me, Erik. I need your cock inside me."
He considered it, eyes dark with lust, then reached up to loosen the reins. Her arms dropped, numb and tingling, but before she could rub them or reach for his belt, Erik spun her around. He grabbed another set of reins from a nearby hook—shorter, thicker—and bound her hands behind her back, the leather wrapping snugly around her wrists. Ashley tugged, testing, but it held firm, just like before. The restraint made her feel exposed, deliciously helpless. "On your knees," he ordered, guiding her down to the floor, positioning her in front of an empty wooden chair.
Erik undressed methodically, shedding his shirt to reveal the hard lines of his chest, then his jeans, his cock springing free—thick and already hard, veins pulsing. He sat in the chair, legs spread, not saying a word. Ashley's mouth watered at the sight, her bound hands useless behind her. She couldn't help herself, leaning forward to take him in—lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling over the tip. She sucked eagerly, bobbing her head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. Erik groaned, his hand threading into her hair, but he let her set the pace for a moment, watching her work.
"You going to be my good girl now?" he asked, voice rough. Ashley didn't answer, just hummed around his dick, taking him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with suction. The vibration made him twitch, but he wasn't ready to finish. Cum was building in his balls, heavy and insistent, but he pulled back, sliding the chair away. Standing, he hauled her up by the arm, bending her over a nearby saddle rack—the leather padded surface cool against her stomach. Her bound hands pressed into her back, ass presented perfectly.
His hand came down first—spank after spank, each one landing on her already pink cheeks, the slaps echoing. "Answer me," he growled, punctuating with another smack. "Are you going to be my good girl?" Ashley moaned, the pain twisting into pleasure, her pussy throbbing anew. She could feel another orgasm building just from the rhythm, the heat spreading through her core. "Yes," she gasped, but he spanked harder, demanding more. The strikes came faster, his palm stinging her skin, and she shattered—orgasm hitting without warning, her body clenching, juices dripping down her thighs.
Panting, Ashley finally promised, "I'll be good, Erik. Fuck, please—just fuck me. I need it." He untied her wrists with a swift tug, the reins falling away, and threw her down onto a blanket he'd spread over a pile of hay in the corner. The makeshift bed was soft enough, hay rustling beneath them. Erik climbed over her, one hand wrapping around her throat—not tight, just enough pressure to pin her, to claim. His other hand found her clit, rubbing circles as he thrust into her in one hard push. His cock filled her completely, stretching her pussy around him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, pulling back and slamming in again. Ashley's legs wrapped around him, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders. He fucked her hard, the pace relentless, his hand on her throat adding that edge of dominance she craved. She begged through moans—"Fill my pussy, Erik, come inside me"—and it pushed him closer. Her own climax built fast, coiling tight. It wasn't long before she shattered again, squirting around his cock, hot liquid soaking his balls and the blanket beneath. The sensation tipped him over—Erik groaned, thrusting deep as he came, pumping her full of his cum, mixing with her wetness.
They collapsed together, tangled and slick, breaths mingling as he kissed her softly—lips, neck, the curve of her jaw. Ashley's body hummed with aftershocks, her hand stroking his back. "Taste me," she whispered, guiding his gaze down to the mess between her legs—their combined fluids glistening on her thighs and pussy. Erik didn't hesitate, sliding down her body, his mouth descending on her folds. He scooped up the creamy mix with his tongue, lapping slowly, savoring the tangy blend of them both. Rising slightly, he kissed her, sharing the taste—salty, musky, intimate—his tongue pushing some into her mouth. Ashley moaned into the kiss, sucking it back greedily.
But he wasn't done. Erik went down one last time, burying his face between her legs, tongue delving deep to gather more. He ate her out with deliberate strokes, flicking her clit, sucking gently on her swollen lips. Ashley's hands fisted the blanket, hips grinding against his mouth as pleasure rebuilt. "Come again for me," he murmured against her skin, the vibration sending sparks through her. She did, hard and shuddering, crying out his name as another orgasm washed over her. Erik lingered, savoring every drop, the taste of their release coating his lips.
Finally, he crawled back up, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in the candlelit glow, bodies pressed close, the tack room quiet except for their slowing breaths. Ashley traced lazy patterns on his chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That was... intense," she said, nuzzling his neck.
Erik chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Worth every second of your mischief." As the candles burned low, they dressed slowly, stealing touches and glances, the night air welcoming them back outside. Walking hand in hand to the farmhouse, Ashley realized this was just another layer to their rhythm—playful defiance met with firm passion, always circling back to something deeper, more connected. And damn if she wasn't already plotting her next little rebellion.