From the Top Shelf - Blackwell Manor

I'm going to interrupt the tales from Hope Hall this week to take you to another estate called Blackwell Manor. It's the creation of Glenmore, the prolific blogger at Glenmore's Adult Spanking Stories. This story has something for everyone - a posh estate, wealthy aristocrats, a stableboy, and both MF and FM spankings. I really enjoyed it, and I hope you will too.

Here is the beginning of Discipline at Blackwell Manor:

Tobias had been working as a groom at Blackwell Manor for over two months now. It was hard work, with a strict regimen, but he had learned much, it paid well and allowed him time to ride some of his Lordship's cherished racehorses. He had grown close to one particular young horse, Atlas, a feisty stallion and the two spent time together every day.

It was early morning and Tobias was enjoying the relative quietness of the stables as he cleaned out the stalls. Atlas always made a bit of a fuss when Tobias arrived but this morning he sounded agitated, almost distressed.

Concerned, Tobias ran to his stall to find it empty! Panic set in immediately; one of Lord Blackwell's horses was loose and it was on his watch.
The bolt on the stable door was still open so Tobias sprinted for it  and, as he approached it, he could hear a commotion, a horse whinnying and...a female voice.

Outside the door, young Lady Cynthia Blackwell was struggling to ride a bucking and kicking Atlas. Sensing danger, Tobias took hold of the stallion's bridle and began speaking to Atlas softly. Atlas immediately calmed enough for Lady Cynthia to make a most unladylike dismount resulting in her landing on the seat of her tight jodhpurs.

Tobias tried not to laugh as he helped the pretty young lady to her feet.

"Are you alright Miss?" he asked and then yelped loudly when he felt a sharp sting on his arm from Cynthia's riding crop.

"How dare you interfere with my morning ride you big oaf!" she squealed, raising her arm to give Tobias another lick with her crop. Towering over Cynthia, Tobias seized her wrist and easily restrained her, but Cynthia responded by giving him a swift kick on the shin.

Tobias howled and rubbed his shin but quickly recovered to grab Cynthia by both wrists. He had always admired Cynthia from afar, her long flowing hair, pert breasts and magnificent round bottom encased in a pair of tight jodhpurs, but now he was seeing a less attractive side of her. At 22 years old she was the same age as Tobias.

"Remove your hands from me you brute! My Father will hear of this!" she yelled, struggling to free herself and remount Atlas. Tobias pulled her tighter.

"Look Miss Cynthia, Atlas is not ready to be ridden yet, so please calm down and leave him," he reasoned.

Cynthia glared at him defiantly. "Don't you tell me what to do stableboy!" she fumed, aiming a slap at Tobias' face with a freed palm. It connected with a loud SLAP! stunning them both to silence.

"OK Miss Cynthia, you asked for it !" Tobias said, plucking the young lady off her feet and tucking her under his arm.

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