Spanked with a riding crop. I shall keep your secret safe. Are we going to do it or not? I picked a crop and admired its beautiful craftsmanship and leatherwork. By the time I moved to the next stable block the farrier had finished working on the two horses and he stood by his van talking to Matt. Suddenly he found himself rubbing his own bottom through his thin summer-weight shorts. Nice timing and she is lovely. No wonder Sandy left you! Both men find gratification from this. What a scary lady she was. Any resemblance to real businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Remove Ads.