She shifted position and landed another blow across the last, cutting an X shape into my rear with my anus exactly at the centre of the cross. I could...n't scream, I was beyond that. She left me slumped there whilst she returned the tawse carefully to the desk. Then I felt her presence beside me again, and the tips of her fingers trailed across my abused buttocks. "So pretty," she murmured, and there was an edge in her voice, a tremble that was definitely sexual in nature. The leather of her. As he pulled the shirts up over his head, I saw just a faint amount of fuzzy hair in his pits. He set his shirts down on the couch and placed his hands on the waistband of his pants and looked over to me. “I can’t believe I am doing this.” He laughed. I smiled. I watched as he unbuttoned the button on his jeans and pulled the zipped down slowly revealing a small section of his bright neon blue underwear. He pulled his pants open, revealing more of those bright blue undies. He wiggled his hips. Main: Ha-ha-ha, le lena… waise agar kaam ki baate nahi karte ho to kiss bare mein baate karte ho apni patni se.Tushaar: Woh to bahut sare kisse hote hai, uske ghar walo ke, mere ghar walo ke, hamare bhavishya ke aur…Main: Aur? Aur kya?Tushaar: Pata nahi woh kahna sahi hoga ya nahi.Main: Kya… bolona.Tushaar: Galat mat samajhna, par sex ke upar bhi baate hoti hai.Main jhooti sharam muh par lakar apne haato se muh chupati hui boli: Sex par?Tushaar: Haan… pati-patni ke beech to ye sadharan. I got kicked in the chest once, possibly breaking a rib, certainly bruising it, and one poor bastard will wear a hoof mark on his dented forehead for as long as he lives ... but he doesn't seem to mind much. Hell, that poor guy doesn't seem to mind anything much anymore.Finally though, brute strength and rope won out over hooves and bellowing, and we got our newly gelded males out to pasture with the young females. We kept them harnessed all spring and summer long, and trained them to be led to.