3 New Riding Crops

“May I help you Sir?”
“Just browsing. I am looking for a Christmas present for my niece.”
“Okay Sir. I you have any questions…”

I give the salesman an amiable nod. He is younger than I am but his hair is grey and he looks older. He seems boring too. The equestrian store is also a dull place. I am relieved his grandma is not holding shop today. She is a real bitching bitch.

I am here because it is within walking distance from where I live and they carry an extensive collection of riding crops.

“I am looking for a riding crop.”
“She is into horseback riding then?” he asks with a professional voice.
“Yes she does,” I smile.
“Nice. Does she own a horse?”
“Indeed.”
I keep my answers short so he does not get too motivated and start a conversation.
The last time I rode a horse the animal shook his head up and down pulling me off its back. I made a nasty fall and that was that. It happened about 35 years ago. I am quite over it by now.
I have a niece, and a nephew,  but haven’t seen them since I divorced.

I pick two nasty looking riding crops and asks if he would be so kind to gift wrap them.

Then I choose another one.
“I’ll take this one too,” I smile. Hell, I am enjoying every moment.  “My niece will be as happy as a clam.”
“One can simply not have enough riding crops,” he replies.
Oh, this is simply a hilarious moment.

“I’ll use the paper as an envelope, is that okay with you? And I’ll tape the crops together, makes it easier to wrap them.”
“Sure, have a blast. Excel yourself, surprise me. Be creative.”
“Huh?”
“Well, I can’t walk home with those crops visible for everyone, now can I? What will people think? Maybe they’ll imagine I’ll be using them for other purposes?”
He smiles but I can sense his sudden uneasiness.
Hell, this is getting even better.

“You could of course, Sir,” he answers, nervous like a Catholic who suddenly feels the proximity of the devil. “Do you need a customer fidelity card?”
“No thank you, I am not a faithful visitor of your store.”
“Maybe for you niece then?”
“I don’t think so. I don’t want her to know how much I spend on the Christmas gift.”

He smiles again, even more nervous.
“True, what was I thinking off. Have a nice day Sir. I sure hope your niece will be happy with your gift. They are after all fine riding crops.”
“I am pretty sure my niece will enjoy them more than you can ever imagine,” I wink. “Have a great afternoon yourself now.”

I leave the store and walk home.
I can almost see Princess’s fine ass reddening under the blows of these fine crops. I can almost hear her moaning and begging for release. I can almost scent her arousal and feel her wetness.

Later on this evening I will be picking up Princess at her place. She has her bathroom renovated, her kids are studying and there is tension between some of the kids. That means a weekend of chaos for my Love.

Princess needs to relax but we can’t play as Little A. is staying at our place. So I’ll be taking Princess to the public sauna and later on some intense and noiseless play. Two of the three riding crops I bought are silent enough in their use yet I am convinced they hurt as hell.

My collection of impact play toys is growing. I have a collection of riding crops, whips, floggers and canes, about 20 of them and a few others like wooden spatula, rubber and leather gloves.

3 Riding Crops
3 Riding Crops

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