BDSM

Rocking Horse

Jazz rides the rocking horse and learns about her new life.

Spankmasters
Aug 3, 2024
11 min read
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Rocking Horse
Rocking Horse

Rocking Horse

Many years ago I lived in the beautiful Lake District, in the town of Keswick there was a shop called 'The Rocking Horse'. The centrepiece of the shop was a beautiful large wooden rocking horse. I seem to remember it as life size, but I may be wrong. It was an absolute work of art and is the basis for this story. Unfortunately the shop is no longer there.

Although it starts when our heroine is young, any sexual activity that takes place involves people over 18.

For the first time I have included incest, not where I started out but seemed to fit. If this is one of your taboos, all my other published stories have not contained incest so please try those.

Please comment, it is nice to receive feedback

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"Faster, faster," he encouraged. She rode the rocking horse faster, the horse was too big really for a three year old. "Ride to Banbury Cross," he ordered and on she rode. She loved this time riding the horse with daddy.

Jasmine was the fourth eldest in a wealthy family with five children. Patrick was the eldest and would inherit the castle, the farms and the money. Penny, Rene and Jasmine who was always called Jazz were next in line. The youngest was another boy, Oscar. It was Jazz who was riding the rocking horse.

Move forward eight years and Jazz's home education ends and it is time for her to go to an all girls boarding school. Not before she had what she thought would be her final ride on the rocking horse. Although the other children had used the rocking horse Jazz was the only one where father supervised the ride. The horse was too small for her now and her bum was over the back.

She had become a proficient horse rider on the real thing but her closeness to father on the ride to Banbury Cross was something she adored.

The luxury car was loaded with her belongings by the staff. Father and Jazz were the only passengers, the window between them and the driver was closed. "Jasmine," he only called her Jasmine when he was being serious. "We have great hopes for you, we decided that you were the chosen one many years ago. You will be in school for seven years, when you come home we will have such a wonderful life for you."

"Yes daddy?" she replied.

"Now this is important, you must be a virgin when you come home, you are young now but you know about sex and you will have urges. You must be a virgin when you come home, otherwise everything we have for you will be gone."

"Yes daddy, I will be." she obviously did not know the effect of teenage hormones.

They travelled through some glorious countryside, the green of the fells, the water tumbling down following a shower and the sun trying hard to break through the clouds. She didn't see any sign of life for miles until they went through some imposing school gates. They were greeted by several members of staff who greeted her father with deference. Although the place looked forbidding once inside it was quite friendly.

The school was all female, pupils and staff so the temptation was not there. She did have some discussion with other girls but did return Virgo intacta. Three days after she returned home it was her eighteenth birthday. There was a big family party where Jazz was showered with presents.

Jazz has fair hair, natural, so many different colours from almost white to light auburn and just about every colour in between. Her skin is a creamy colour, her eyes are big and brown.

Her nose belongs to a child, despite her eighteen years her nose is small and slightly turned up, absolutely perfect. Her lips are full and asking to be kissed, a coating of dark red lipstick enhancing their beauty. Just about visible are her pearly white teeth. Being the youngest girl everybody loves her.

After lunch the following day father took Jazz into the nursery where the rocking horse was situated. "Take your clothes off," said father. He had the voice that you had to obey and Jazz would do anything for him.

"Yes daddy," she said. She removed her clothes and stood in front of her father.

"Good girl, hold your hands out," he put velcro cuffs on her wrists. "Jump onto the horse," it was much too small, although her father had lengthened the stirrups. She climbed on, feet in the stirrups and holding the grips that were sticking out of its head.

Father clipped some chains onto her wrists holding her hands in place. He fastened cuffs onto her ankles and fastened them with a short chain under the rocking horse, she was sitting leaning forward with her arse sticking out.

"Ride Jazz, ride to Banbury Cross, Jazz, ride, ride," father encouraged. He gave more encouragement with a flogger, hitting her arse and back. Ride, Jazz, ride." she rocked the horse faster..

Jazz was loving the attention from father, she was the favourite, none of the others rode the horse like this. She revelled in the pain he was giving her. "Ride, ride, ride," he said. Jazz was breathing heavily, and sweating.

"Slowly now my sweet," said father, removing his clothes, he was soon displaying a large erection. Holding on to Jazz's hip with one hand he doused his cock with lubricant with the other. Holding his cock he gently pushed it into Jazz's pussy as she moved to and fro it gradually went further in until he was banging his balls.

"Oh yes, thank you daddy, ooooooh, daaaaaaaaddddddddeeeeeeeee," she had her first orgasm, or at least her first orgasm through fucking.

"Good girl, Jazz." he kissed her. "Stop now," he said as he started unfastening her. He helped her down. "You are very special my sweet Jazz, this is part of your training. You are going to have a wonderful life. Bend over the horse."

Ever obedient Jazz leapt to it, bending over the saddle, father knew he did not need to fasten her. He took a whip and gave her six blows starting above her knees and finishing at the top of her bum crack. Father kissed each of the stripes on her body.

He put his fingers into her wet pussy, "Oh my sweet, you have a wonderful juicy pussy and I love it, I love fucking you, I love you." He put his cock into her and spent some time slowly fucking her. He gradually increased the speed until he climaxed into her.

"I love you daddy," she whispered.

"Stand up straight, dear Jazz," father walked around her, admiring his naked fully grown daughter for the first time. She stood about five foot nine in her bare feet, her pubic hair matched the blond hair on her head. Her tits were firm with upward tilted nipples. A narrow waist and bubble butt.

Father picked up a black corset. "Lift your arms," he quietly ordered. Jazz did so and father put the corset round her, using the zip to fasten it. The corset covered her tits and went down to just above her pubes. "Turn round," father said and then he tightened the laces so that her narrow waist was pulled in.

Next he put black knickers on her, these covered half her arse and obviously her pussy. Finally he put on some thigh high heeled boots made of the softest patent leather.

"You will have many servants who will do whatever you demand, two of these servants will be your personal body attendants. I will call them in, you may punish them as you wish or change them if they do not please you."

He rang a bell and in walked her two body servants, the first was an attractive dark haired girl, quite small and dressed in a maid's outfit. The bra style top had no cups so her tits were on display, the skirt stopped above her pussy although the little white pinny just about covered it.

The second was a man, bronzed, blond, blue eyed and exceedingly handsome. He was wearing a pair of very tight shorts which distinctly showed the outline of a large cock. "Misha has qualifications in hairdressing and makeup, she is also bisexual," he told Jazz. "You may change her name if you want or change her should she not please you." He indicated that she should approach. Jazz lifted the pinny and stared at her bald pussy before putting her finger in it.

"She will do for now," Jazz consented.

"Marc is qualified in several things that will help you later; he is also very well endowed, very obedient and will give you pleasure whenever you need it." He walked forward. As Jazz was sitting down Marc's cock was at eye level.

"Yes he will do." said Jazz.

"Good, now go with Misha and she will get you ready." said father.

When Misha had finished with Jazz she looked so different, her make up was quite harsh and her hair was piled on her head. Father now dressed in a suit and tie led Jazz and her entourage into a limousine with tinted windows. Jazz and her father sat on the luxurious back seat while Misha and Marc sat at the sides.

They had been travelling for half an hour. "If you are bored, dear Jazz, Misha and Marc will entertain you. You will be surprised what Marc can do with that big cock and what Misha can do with all her holes. She particularly does a wonderful job with her mouth."

"Yes father, I would like to see Marc's cock going into Misha's mouth."

"Tell her then and you can encourage them with this," he said, handing her a riding crop.

"Marc, get your cock out, Misha, on your hands and knees, suck Marc's cock," Jazz said. As Marc was unfastening his shorts Misha knelt in front of him. Having very limited experience of erect cocks, her father's not inconsiderable cock was the only one she had seen, she was surprised at the size of Marcs. As these were the only two she had seen she was due for some disappointment in the future.

Jazz watched as Misha took it in her mouth, watched as it got even bigger. How will a girl fit that in her pussy? She thought. "Misha on your back, Marc, fuck her. MIsha smiled and it was obvious that she was able to fit this large cock in. Jazz was amazed as she watched the long thick cock stretch the pussy. Misha's eyes were wide her mouth gave a high pitched grunt, she knew what to expect and loved being fucked by Marc's big cock.

After a few minutes Marc grunted and fell forward. "Why have you stopped?" demanded Jazz. Yes, why have you stopped? Thought Misha.

"I have cum mistress."

"Did I say you could?"

"No, mistress," Marc was hanging his head

"Then carry on," demanded Jazz as she brought the riding crop down on his arse as hard as she could. With a grunt Marc continued hoping he could stay hard enough to please Jazz. Misha had similar hopes that he would please her.

Jazz realised that her pussy was getting very wet, her nipples were sticking out and hitting Marc's arse was partly responsible. She hit it again and again. "Either of them would love to eat your pussy if you want," said father.

Which one should she choose? "Misha, get my knickers down," she ordered. "Kneel and lick my pussy, Marc lick Misha's." she spread her legs and leaned back. Among her many talents Misha was an expert at cunnilingus. Jazz was soon panting and father wondered if this was her first experience of this.

With a scream Jazz brought her legs together, grabbed Micha's hair and pulled her away. She looked down, Marc, lick my thighs, when they are perfectly clean, put my knickers on."

Marc's face was covered in Misha's juices as he crawled away from a despondent Misha and towards Jazz. He licked Jazz's pussy and inner thigh before putting her knickers on her.

The car went through some gates controlled by a worker in the gatehouse and down a long winding drive. Waiting for them were the staff lining the steps up to the large doors.

Father led Jazz to the steps and the butler introduced her to each of the staff. Apart from the butler and housekeeper most of the other staff looked like Love Island contestants and were wearing costumes a bit sexier than normal. Jazz was too bemused to take in all the names. Misha and a naked Marc followed them, Marc enjoying the looks from most of the ladies and not a few of the men.

Father led Jazz into a reception room where a tray of snacks was brought in as well as a glass of champagne. "I will show you the special attic room shortly and explain your duties as mistress of the house but first relax, eat and drink. Each time her glass was emptied a servant filled it.

A few hours later: "I will show you the attic, your special room," he told Jazz, he led her up four flights of stairs and into a room which took up half of the space on that floor. Father opened the door and they went in. Jazz gasped, in the centre of this massive room stood a wooden rocking horse, it was beautifully carved. Each piece of wood was a copy of the horse's muscles. It was all the same wood and varnished. It was about three quarters the size of a real racehorse.

Jazz ran to it, "Daddy can I ride it, ride it to Banbury Cross? Please, please, please,"

"It is yours now my sweet, you may do as you please." Jazz started taking her clothes off.

"Spank me, daddy, spank me." she climbed naked onto the horse, feeling the warm smoothness against her body. She straddled across it sitting where the saddle would normally be. She leaned forward putting her arms around its neck.

"Ride, ride, ride, to Banbury Cross," said father.

"Yes, yes, yes, to Banbury Cross," Jazz cried. Father smacked her arse. "Yeeeeeeessss." Jazz rode all the way to Banbury Cross. Daddy, I watched what Misha did with Marc, may I do it with you?"

"Do you mean you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes daddy"

"Okay my sweet, but listen to me while you do it." He got his cock out. Jazz dismounted, kissed the horse and fell to her knees. Father directed his semi hard cock to Jazz's mouth where she held it and put the end in her mouth.

Father gave her instructions and when he was satisfied he started telling her about her duties. "You are the mistress of the house, it is not a normal house like the one you were brought up in. Here we cater for ladies and gentlemen who have certain peccadilloes. You will supervise many of the situations when you have been trained."

Jazz was finding it hard to concentrate on what father was saying as she used her hand and mouth on his cock. Although Jazz had no experience of doing a blow job, she was revelling in pleasing her father.

Father climaxed into Jazz's mouth. "Swallow it, this pleases men. In the house you will be untouchable by the guests. You will speak to them, maybe punish them, they will desire you but you will be forbidden fruit. You will use any of the staff for your own needs. This room is not for anyone else, only for you and whichever members of your staff you choose."

"Yes daddy, will you fuck me?"

"I'm afraid not my sweet, I am too old to do it again so soon, I will show you your rooms which are opposite." Father led Jazz across the landing into a suite of rooms, the first was a luxurious bedroom. As well as the usual accoutrements of a ladies boudoir there was a variety of BDSM equipment.

"I will send Misha and Marc up if you want, but remember you are in charge."

"Yes daddy, send them up and do not worry I enjoyed hitting Marc, in fact I may start there as a warm up."

"Good girl," father laughed.

  1. As Jazz climbed onto the rocking horse, her father encouraged her with a flogger, urging, "Ride, ride, ride to Banbury Cross, Jazz, ride."
  2. In her new role as mistress of the house, Jazz had a variety of toys at her disposal, including a whip that she used as part of her training sessions.
  3. The Rocking Horse shop in Keswick had been a beloved part of Jazz's childhood, and now, as a grown woman, she found herself with a new appreciation for the large wooden horse that had once been life-sized.
  4. Despite the taboo nature of incest in the story, Patrick, the eldest son, and Jazz, the youngest, maintained a close relationship even as they grew older, with Patrick often supervising Jazz's rides on the rocking horse.

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