The Widower

John removed his hand from Luci's sopping wet cunt, and held it up to Luci's mouth.

'Clean me...'

Luci obeyed, eagerly sucking on the fingers that had been inside her, until John removed them from her mouth. He knew he needed two hands for the next bit.

He rolled her right nipple between index finger and thumb, until it stood out proudly. The clamp was positioned, and then tightened down, bringing a moan from Luci's mouth, echoed just a few short seconds later when he repeated the process with her left nipple.

On the ground behind Luci, Marie had placed a whip, and John stride over to it now, picking it up and shaking out the coil. Marie had described it as a single tail, heavier than the buggy whips he used to drive Luci, the same style of whip Marie had punished Luci with after the first race.

He flicked the whip out, experimentally, gauging the weight and the reach of the whip, then swung with it for real.

The stroke landed squarely across her arse, from left to right, and Luci cried out, mostly in surprise as she felt the blow. 'C'mon John, I know you can do better than that!'

John swung harder and the next blow landed just below the first with a much sharper sound, and Luci swayed forward from the blow, crying out 'Oh God...Yes!'

A third strike and a fourth, across her upper back, made Luci moan, and John felt he had the right feel for the whip now. He deliberately took a step forward, judging that doing so would mean the tail of the whip would start to loop around Luci's torso, and John set to his task with a rhythm, not blindly thrashing his pony, but slowly, methodically working his way from shoulders down, increasing the weight of the strokes every five or so, until Luci moans became louder, and turned onto cries of pain.

John paused a moment, walking over to Luci to look at the results of his labour. Her back, arse and thighs were a mass of bright red weals, which snakerc around her torso, the tail of the whip clearly marking her stomach and upper thighs. Luci was breathing heavily, sweat freely dripping from her chin, between her breasts. He placed a hand on her cunt, feeling how incredibly wet she was.

'Please.... don't...stop now....Sir...' She was in almost a trance state, riding the feelings that he had produced in her.

'I wouldn't dream of it, Luci.' he replied, and he took up a position so he could whip her front.

John concentrated on her stomach, her muscular abs, each stroke driving the air out of her in what were becoming almost screams. Then, with a simple change of angle to a slight upward stroke, he raked across her tits, knocking the left clamp off entirely.

Luci threw her head back and howled, and for a moment he thought he had gone too far, but then he saw that she was clearly orgasming, her cunt squirting fluid. A second blow, then a third to her tits, and he could see that he was driving her higher and higher. He pulled back from the third strike, the chain from the clamps catching around the tail of the whip, ripping the other clamp off Luci's nipple, and she screamed as her orgasm peaked again, pulling at the chains that held her in place.

John couldn't wait any longer. He dropped the whip, wrenched open the jodhpurs, and released his erect cock, harder than he had ever been in his life. In three strides he was in front of her, slipping inside her effortlessly. He could feel her cunt clamping down around him as she continued to come.

'Fuck..!' John couldn't believe how this felt. He'd never wanted anything as much as he wanted this moment, and he couldn't hold himself back, coming inside her after a handful of thrusts, Luci moaning out loud again as she felt it.

He stepped back, slipping out of her, and Luci slumped in her chains, her legs no longer able to support her. John worked quickly, freeing her ankles and then her wrists, catching her as she started to crumple, holding her in his arms. He realized his face was wet, tears flowing down his cheeks, tears of release, of joy.

Luci was muzzily coming out of her trance like state, her head resting on his shoulder. 'Thank...you.. Sir....'

John leaned his head forward,band kissed her. He'd wondered for a few days what he was going to do at the end of his time here. Now he knew.

Tomorrow. He'd talk everything through with Luci tomorrow.

Epilogue

'As you can see, my team has everything in hand for you, and I'm certain you'll be happy with the results.' John was desperately trying to to keep his focus on the Zoom meeting, and not on the window in the top right of his screen.

He had to admit he was lucky though. His firm had been ok with him spending most of the time in the cottage, working from home, with occasional trips into London for major meetings.

Finally, the meeting drew to a close, and after a quick follow up call with the team to make sure everything was going to be done as discussed, he closed everything down, and made for the back door.

He sold the place in London six months ago, making enough to get a small flat he could use when in town, and make some changes to this place. Not too many changes. He'd grown to like the way Lesley had decorated the place, and Luci loved it.

It was drizzling outside, and rather chilly, so John jogged down the path to the far end, to the building at the far end.

He pulled open the door, and a wave of heat hit him. She did like to keep the place warm, and he had to admit, he loved the way she looked seemed in sweat.

Luci was at the weight machine, running a series of reps, for her upper body, naked except for a metal collar and cuffs at her wrists and ankles. She grinned at him as he walked in.

'I hope I was distracting during your meeting...'

'More than a little, Luci...' She wiggled her tits at him. He walked over, kissed her, then left to get her carry on with her reps, whilst he looked around.

It was rather different to the first time he had walked into here. The machines were updated, as were the cameras, feeding now not only the TV on the wall, but into the house as well. The storage lockers had gone, replaced by a large board covered in hooks, from which chains, harnesses, whips and all sorts of other paraphernalia hung. There was also a cage along that wall, as well as a St Andrews Cross. From the ceiling hung a number of chains, each worked by hoists in the ceiling, as Luci loved the feeling of being suspended by her wrists.

The mattress had gone, replaced by a metal framework, designed to hold Luci on all fours, attached by cuffs and also at the collar. In front of this, was the machine, a dildo already in place on the arm.

He traced the new tattoo she had wanted, a woman's face, in a ponygirl bridle, applied John st above her cunt. 'And how have you done today?'

'I wish I could run outside...' She was pouting.

'You can run all you like next week, before the gymkhana in Barbados.'

She smiled at that thought. She had impressed at a race at Marie's at the end of the Summer, and they had been invited to an event held in a private estate in Barbados, to race against other ponies from across the Americas. She wanted to win at this new event badly, wanted to show off, and above all, to please John.

'You're doing well, Luci. I think it's time for a reward.'

He led her over to the frame by the machine, turning the frame so her cunt would be in line with the dildo, before locking her in place. He advanced the arm slowly, adjusting the machine until the dildo was deep inside her, impaling her.

Then, with the remote in one hand, he stood in front of her face, and released his rigid cock. She opened her mouth, and he pushed it in, feeling her tongue wrap around the shaft, making him shudder.

'Twenty minutes, Luci..' he said, starting the machine going. 'Let's see how many times you can come...'

The End