A Riding Lesson

Belinda always loved horseback riding, but mostly to watch then to ride herself. She thought, a girls in a saddle are looking really powerful, beautiful and sexy. So one day she enrolled in a prestigious Italian riding academy. She bought the most sexy riding outfit and was pretty sure, that the studying would be easy for her, but she found out very quickly, that it was not so easy to ride a horse without a jockey, who holds it by the bridle.

Belinda failed all her studies again and again. Her teacher Signora Bertuccio finally had enough of her laziness and silliness. When Belinda fall out of the saddle again, Bertuccio came close to her.

"Signorina Krüger!" she said "This is not acceptable! I had tired from your behavior! You don't listen to me! You don't do anything right! I explained you all the things several times, but you're continue doing the same mistake! And I have enough of this disrespect! Do you really want to learn how to ride a horse, or do you just have too much leisure time, which you want to spent the most stupidly?"

"I really want to learn!" Belinda said haughty "And I am listening you very carefully!"

"I don't see so! Listen, ragazza stupida! I won't tolerate such a disrespect!" Bertuccio raised the crop "This day I'll teach you lesson, which you surely will hear! Bend over!" she pushed Belinda to the barrier.

Suddenly both women heard a crack. Belinda's very tight jodhpurs ripped right on her plump bottom when she bend over. Betuccio smirked.

"I wanted to whip your lazy German ass through your jodhpurs, but even it decided that you should take your punishment barebottomed, pigra!"

Belinda gasped in fear but pulled her jodhpurs down.

"This should be took off to!" Bertuccio pulled down Belinda pink thong.

Few seconds later Belinda understood very well, why the horses are obey, when they're receiving a stroke with a crop. It stung her tender butt mercilessly, making her scream and bawl and wagging her bottom, trying to make the pain not so terrible even a bit.

When Belinda thought that she'll die from the pain, Bertuccio finally stopped.

"So, Signorina Krüger, will you listen to me?" she asked strictly.

"Ja, Frau! Whoops! I mean, yes, madam!" Belinda mumbled.

"Good! Now you have fifteen minutes to trim yourself up, girl! Then we will continue the study!"

"But I can not sit down!" Belinda complained.

"That's your problem!" Bertuccio walked away.

Suddenly Belinda felt a poke in her back. She turned around and saw her horse. The animal conducted poor sore girl to the drinking bowl, where she could finally found some relief from a stinging pain in her sore striped buttocks.