Some days ago, some guy asked Me how I as a Domme react when someone is rude or insulting towards Me and angers Me.
When thinking this over, I remembered about something that happened years ago. It was in the period I started to submit to My dominant feelings.
It was when I was horseback riding with My friend along an avenue in the forest nearby the manege. It had been raining cats and dogs for a few hours, and the lane was soaked and muddy. We just had decided to ride back to the stables when we were about to cross a man in his forties. My friend drove her horse along this guy and he got splashed a bit by this. Due to this, he shouted loud something like “stupid bitch”. Honestly I must admit I also think she did it on purpose. My friend stopped her horse and made it turn around. She retorted if he wanted to get her whip in his face. he was a bit surprised and spit in her direction. Marleen exploded and tried to whip the guy. he could repel the stroke with his hands, but it must have hurt him, because she was hitting full force. Her horse reared up, but as a experienced horsewoman, she managed to calm down her horse immediately. The mighty hooves of the beast must have frightened him, because after that he shrank. In the mean time I had also headed in his direction and raised My crop to threat. he realized that he was no match for two experienced horsewomen. he turned around and ran into the bushes next to the lane. Irritated about his brutality and the fact that We were unable to punish him accordingly, we rode back to the stables. We explained what had happened to a few friends and We decided to go back and search for the wretch. We galloped through the lane hoping that we would see him again. Unfortunately, We did not… A pity.
Later in the pub, We talked about what We would have done when We would have caught him. I am sure it would not have been a pleasant encounter for him, because all of Us stated that We’d whip him simultaneously and there would be no way of escaping for him because we’d surround him with our horses. More and more influenced by the booze, We fantasized even further about fastening him to a tree and whipping the clothes off his back. Each of Us would be entitled to bullwhip him ten times, while Marleen would have the right to whip him unlimited. At the end of the evening, We agreed to join back together next week and make the same trip hoping to meet him again. We agreed to take along a bullwhip … Unfortunately, we never saw him back….And in the mean time I no longer ride in that area.
Lady Contessa Pat
