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Subject: {ASSM} Horsewoman  (F/f Humil)
Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 06:10:04 -0400
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Horsewoman


Jane Parks


F/f, humil)

When Jenny woke up she was on the ground and every
muscle in her body hurt as if she had been beaten. 
Her dazed mind attempted to orient itself, but the
splitting headache and queasy dizziness that racked
her body put all other thoughts right out of her mind.

After a couple minutes, her headache and general
lightheadedness abated enough for her to open her eyes
just a little slit.  At first, the harsh sunlight made
her squint, but a few minutes later she was able
finally to steel herself to open her eyes all the way.
 

She discovered that she was flat on her back on the
ground.  So when she got her eyes fully open, the
first thing she saw was Ms. Levy towering over her
with an "I told you so" smirk on her stern face. 
Jenny's hazy brain thankfully noted that Ms. Levy was
holding firmly onto the reins of the horse that she
had assigned to be the girl's mount for today's
lesson.  It appeared that the horse that had thrown
her had been satisfied to just stand there and gloat
and not run off as well. At least that was a relief. 
To be thrown is quite embarrassing enough.  But to
have one's horse run away after throwing one is the
absolute height of humiliation for a true horsewoman.

"Well Jenny.  It looks like I was right about you
after all, little miss incompetent.  You certainly are
no kind of horsewoman right now, and I don't think
you'll ever amount to one."

Ms. Levy's harsh tone of voice was both patronizing
and supercilious.  Jenny was humiliated to the core of
her being by the older woman's words, yet still so
dazed that she couldn't muster up enough strength to
argue the point.  Besides, she *had* been thrown by
her horse.  Hadn't she?  So there was little to argue
about after all.  Was there?  

Ms. Levy's cruel words made Jenny feet as if she
should apologize abjectly to the older woman right
away for having been thrown.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Levy," came Jenny's croaking reply.

Ms. Levy looked down at the girl with a disgusted
sneer on her face.

"Sorry really just doesn't make it, precious.  Not in
the world of true horsewomen."

Jenny could do nothing but lie there passively on the
hard ground, close her eyes tight, and wish with all
her might that Ms. Levy would just go away and leave
her alone until she could come back to herself.  But
the older woman was obviously having too much cruel
amusement at her expense to want to do that.

"Come on, little miss horsewoman.  Time to get up off
the ground and 'get back on the horse' as they say."

Jenny continued to lie there with her eyes tightly
closed.  She most certainly didn't want to 'get back
on the horse.'  She was positive that if she did, the
horse would merely throw her off just like before.  

But the pitiless older woman was insistent.

"Let me help you up, precious.  You obviously seem to
be too inept to get up on your own," Ms. Levy thrust
out her hand.  And despite herself, Jenny took it and
pulled herself up to a standing position.  For a
second the nauseating dizziness returned in all its
fury and her head felt as if it was going to explode. 
But then, as she leaned heavily against Ms. Levy, she
began to calm herself just a little.

The older woman obligingly steadied the young girl
with her free hand.

"You know, Jenny, just because it was your mother's
dying wish that her teenage daughter become an
accomplished horsewoman, you don't really have to do
it, you know.  Especially since it's obvious to me
that you're so totally and completely incompetent at
it."

Ms. Levy put her arm around Jenny to steady her and
began nonchalantly to stroke the girl's long hair with
her other hand.

"Aren't you, Jenny?  Unfitted to be a horsewoman, that
is.  Go ahead and admit it to me, precious.  We both
know that it's true."

Jenny felt the hot tears of embarrassment sting her
cheeks as she leaned against the older woman. 
Obviously, Ms. Levy was right about her.  She was so
ashamed, so mortified.

"Yes, Ms. Levy," Jenny said in a self-loathing
whisper.

Ms. Levy continued to stroke the girl's hair.

"You see, precious, you're just too tall to be a good
horsewoman.  Your legs, though attractive enough, are
just too long and your hips are way too narrow.  Your
breasts are much too big to keep your center of
gravity low enough.  Your puny thigh muscles just
aren't strong enough to give a horse confidence in
you.  And that means that you just can't seem to
dominate the horse using an English saddle, and I
absolutely will not permit my students to use any
other kind.  It's just so unladylike for a young girl
like you to use a western saddle.  Don't you think so,
Jenny dear?"

As she said the words, Ms. Levy let her hand slide
slowly along the nape of Jenny's neck as if she were
trying to massage some of the soreness out.  Jenny
began to feel a slight tingle deep inside her at the
older woman's intimate touch, but she was still too
dazed from her fall to think anything of it.

"Yes, Ms. Levy," Jenny said in a meek little voice. 
Ms. Levy rewarded her pupil's acquiescence with more
neck massage.  The young girl began to relax just a
little at the older woman's touch.  Perhaps Ms. Levy
wasn't being so very cruel after all.  Maybe if she
only tried harder and learned to obey she could
convince her instructor that she could become a true
horsewoman just like her mother.

As the older woman's fingers caressed her neck, Jenny
tried her best to believe that Ms. Levy was only
attempting to help her by being so brutally honest
about her failures as a horsewoman. She so desperately
wanted to live up to her mother's expectations.  And
she had promised her mother that she would try her
very best to become a horsewoman.

Her mother had been a very accomplished horsewoman in
her day and a close friend to Ms. Levy's over the
years.  She had continued to excel in horsewomanship
even after Jenny's father had died suddenly a few
years ago.  In fact, she had spent more time in Ms.
Levy's company competing in horse shows and riding
along remote bridle trails than she had back home with
Jenny.  This left the young girl alone in the big old
mansion for long stretches with no company but the
household staff and her private tutor.  It was very
lonely for the young girl.

And even when Jenny's mother was at home, Ms Levy had
made herself a constant guest there, particularly
after Jenny's father had died, and she had stayed
overnight on many occasions.  Much to Jenny's dismay,
the older woman had even begun to take a special
interest in her as well as her mother.  She had
watched attentively as Jenny grew from a quiet, shy,
lonely little girl into a gawky teenager.

Jenny had also noticed how Ms. Levy had drawn closer
and closer to her mother, exerting an ever-increasing
influence over her.  Jenny noticed too that her mother
was increasingly inclined to rely on Ms. Levy when it
came to decision-making and to do things pretty much
as Ms. Levy suggested they be done.  

Then, without warning, Jenny's mother had discovered
that she was consumed by inoperable cancer, which
afforded her only a very short time to live.  After a
long talk with Ms. Levy, she had made Jenny promise
that she would carry on the tradition of
horsewomanship in the family, just as she herself had
from her own mother and grandmother before her.  Jenny
promised, even though she didn't really want to.  Her
rare forays aboard a horse had always been very
frightening to her.  She didn't really want to become
a horsewoman, but she had faithfully promised her
mother practically on her deathbed.  And now she so
desperately wanted to keep her promise to her dead
mother.

Ms. Levy, who owned and operated a very exclusive
stable and girls' riding academy, had offered to
instruct Jenny in horsewomanship as a favor to her
dead friend.  But now, Ms. Levy was telling her in no
uncertain terms that she would never succeed as an
accomplished horsewoman.  As the older woman's words
sank in, Jenny began to cry again.  Wasn't there
anything she could do to change Ms. Levy's negative
assessment of her potential as a horsewoman?  She just
had to try to convince the older woman that, despite
all her admitted failings, she could try harder than
before.

Jenny looked up imploringly at the older woman who
gazed back down at her with an imperious smirk on her
face.

"Can't you do something with me, Ms. Levy?  I know
that I have a great deal to overcome, but can't you
teach me?"

The older woman looked down at the desperate girl, a
tight little smile tugging at her mouth.

"Well, Jenny.  It all depends on whether you really
want to become a real horsewoman just like your mother
was.  It all depends on how willing you are to obey
and learn.  Because, as you yourself said, you have so
many things to overcome."

Jenny smiled shyly up at Ms. Levy.

"If you will teach me, I'm willing to learn.  I'm
willing to obey you and do whatever you say if I can
be a real horsewoman just like my mother was"

Ms. Levy let go of the horse's reins and slowly pulled
the trembling teenage girl into a hug with both her
strong arms.  As she nestled into the older woman's
embrace, Jenny started sobbing her heart out.  Maybe
there was a chance for her after all.

"Can't you teach me somehow, Ms. Levy?  I don't want
to break my promise to my Mom.  I really, really
don't.  I can try so much harder.  Really I can."

Jenny kept on sobbing into Ms. Levy's shoulder.  She
felt so lost and forlorn since her mother had died. 
She didn't know anything about anything.  She did
know, however, that she needed somebody to take care
of her like her mother had.  But somebody stronger
than her mother had been.  Someone, perhaps, like Ms.
Levy.

Ms. Levy stroked the young girl's hair and held her
close against her slender body until her sobs subsided
a bit.  As she stood there, cuddled and petted by the
older woman, Jenny was suddenly conscious of a little
itchy fluttering deep inside her.  Could the older
woman be as comforting to her as she was cruel?  

Jenny felt Ms. Levy slide her hand down to the small
of her back and press her even closer.  Did Ms. Levy
like her after all?  Even just a little bit?  Would
she tell her what she needed to hear?  Would she teach
her what she needed to know?

Jenny hoped so with all her heart.  She suddenly
became conscious of how desperately she needed a
strong person in her life to help her in so many ways.
 She was just a girl.  She didn't know anything about
managing her inheritance.  Perhaps Ms. Levy would be
willing to guide her.

"Are you sure you really want to be a real horsewoman,
Jenny?  A real horsewoman just like your mother was?"

Ms. Levy whispered the question into Jenny's ear as
she continued to cuddle her and stroke her back just
as if she were a skittish horse about to be broken to
the saddle.

Jenny tingled all over at Ms. Levy's touch.  Maybe
there was a way, after all.  Ms. Levy's body felt so
strong and reassuring against hers.  Maybe she could
just let go and allow Ms. Levy to take control. 
Wasn't that what she really wanted?

"Oh yes, Ms. Levy.  I really want to be a real
horsewoman for you.  Can you teach me how?  Oh please,
please."

Jenny's tear-stained cheek rubbed against the older
woman's face.  Ms. Levy could feel the girl's hot
breath on her neck and she smiled serenely.

'She's just like her mother.  Just like her.'

And now was the time to test her.

Ms. Levy slid her exploring hand down to Jenny's
rounded buns.  She softly cupped the young girl's hip
in her palm and pressed their loins together.  Jenny
flinched just a little at the touch of the older
woman's intimate hand on her body.  Then she sighed,
whimpered softly, and hugged Ms. Levy to her.  The
older woman's smile broadened.  She turned her head
slightly so she could flick her tongue seductively
inside Jenny's ear.

"Yes, precious, I can teach you to be a real
horsewoman for me.  Just like I taught your mother. 
But you'll have to be a very obedient little girl from
now on.  You want to obey me. Don't you, Jenny girl?"

Jenny began to breath heavily as Ms. Levy caressed her
body.  She did want to obey, with all her heart and
soul.  She did want to become a real horsewoman.  And
she wanted to feel loved and protected.  She really
did.

"Yes, Ms. Levy," Jenny whispered softly as the older
woman caressed and explored.  I want to obey you from
now on.  You'll teach me everything I need to know. 
Everything.  Won't you, please?"

Ms. Levy now had both strong hands pressed firmly
against the young girls buns, squeezing, fondling, and
exploring her newest pet.  She hummed softly to
herself as she stroked and probed the young girl's
charms and, while she did, the older woman remembered
Jenny's mother.  It amused Ms. Levy to discover just
how much Jenny's body resembled that of her mother. 
Jenny's mother had been so obedient, so docile, and so
submissive.  And now, so would Jenny.

And wasn't it just a shame that the girl's coarse
riding outfit was keeping the older woman from
assessing just exactly how much Jenny resembled her
mother?  But soon Ms. Levy would solve that little
problem.  Wouldn't she?

"Yes, precious.  I'll teach you everything you need to
know from now on."

Jenny sighed softly once more and relaxed completely
in the older woman's strong embrace.  She sensed Ms.
Levy sliding her inquisitive hand between her legs,
and she obediently spread her thighs just enough for
the older woman to find her secret place and begin to
stroke her puffy little lips through the coarse
corduroy material.

As Ms. Levy glided her finger sensuously back and
forth along Jenny's corduroy-covered cleft, she
decided that it was the right time to begin the girl's
horsewomanship training in earnest.

"When we get back to the stable, little Jenny, you can
start obeying me by learning how to muck out the
stalls and feed all the little horsies like a good
girl.  And then, when you've finished that chore, you
can come up to my house with me and sign some papers
I've had drawn up transferring all your inherited
property over to me.  And when you've done all that
like a good little girl, then I'll teach you
everything you need to know to be a good little
horsewoman for me."

Jenny gurgled and whimpered like a happy baby as Ms.
Levy softly talked to her and petted her. 

Suddenly, the older woman drew her stroking hand away
and placed it on the young girl's shoulder.  Then Ms.
Levy pushed Jenny away from her.

The young girl looked up imploringly.  What was the
matter?  Had she done something wrong? 

Ms. Levy looked down into Jenny's anxious eyes.

"Actually, dear.  That's not quite right.  I should
have said that I would teach you everything you needed
to know to be a good little horse GIRL for me.  Is
that all right, precious?"

Jenny looked shyly up at her trainer.  

"Yes, Ms. Levy."

Ms. Levy pressed her fingertip against the younger
girl's pouting lips until Jenny finally understood the
older woman's unspoken command and opened her mouth. 
Then Ms. Levy slid her probing finger inside and felt
all around Jenny's teeth and tongue.  Just as if she
were a young horse that Ms. Levy was interested in
owning.

"I can think of so many ways you will learn to use
that long, sweet little tongue of yours in the future,
precious.  We'll make a true horse girl out of you
yet.  But you'll really have to work at it hard."

Jenny nodded her agreement.  She would work hard.  She
wanted to work hard now that she had someone strong
like Ms. Levy to instruct her.  And, maybe, if she
worked really hard, Ms. Levy just might touch her
secret place again.

By now, Jenny's headache was entirely gone, as was her
dizziness.  In fact, she felt simply wonderful as she
walked slowly back toward the stable with Ms. Levy's
possessive hand on her flank.  Ms. Levy was going to
teach her everything she needed to know to be a good,
obedient little horse girl.  That was the same as
being a real horsewoman like her Mom.  Wasn't it?


This work is copyright (c) 2002 by Jane Parks. You may
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Jane Parks can be reached at:
janeparkshot@Yahoo.com


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