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TRAMPLE AND KICKING STORY

  

  

  

It was a Sunday morning that I finally finished a project I had been working on. Still too early to head for the local pub, I decided to go for a walk in the country. I headed out across a large meadow and into a wooded area about a mile from my cottage. Making my way along a well worn track between the trees I was soon aware of a horse and rider approaching from behind, which is not uncommon in these areas. Moments later the horse was along side me when I heard a voice I recognised immediately.
“Hello” she said. I looked around and up and saw the beautiful Jenny sitting astride a huge chestnut mare. She was dressed casually for a riding session, wearing her tight denims tucked into knee high black leather riding boots. Her blue polo neck jumper was figure hugging and her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail hanging out from her riding hat.

I quickly pulled my hands out of my pockets ready to make a run for it but before I could make my first step I felt a strong kick in the middle of my back sending me sprawling face down onto the leafy ground. I was about to push myself up when Jenny jumped down from her horse landing with both feet squarely on my back crushing me into the soft earth and knocking the wind out of my lungs. I turned my head to the side and realised another rider was approaching. It only took me seconds to recognise Jenny’s sister Sophie, also wearing long black riding boots as she dismounted. She walked over leading her mount and took the reigns of Jenny’s horse before tying them to a nearby tree. Sophie came back and looked down at me
“Well, well, well, fancy meeting you here” she said and then pushed the hard leather sole of her boot onto the side of my face. Jenny then stepped off my back and told me to turn over. Sophie lifted her foot off my face but kept it hovering it about six inches above my head.
“Don’t try to get up or I will smash my boot down hard on your face” she barked. I slowly shuffled over onto my back keeping a very close eye on the boot inches from my face.

Both girls looked at each other, as if deciding what to do next. It was Jenny who spoke first
“Take off you jacket and shirt” I stared into her deep blue eyes and remained still for a moment before her patience ran out. She swiftly lifted her right foot and stamped down hard on my stomach. For the second time in just a few minutes I was winded badly, my body instinctively doubling up and I smashed my face into the underside of Sophie’s boot. She burst out laughing and pushed my head back down, the hard sole across my mouth. Seconds later both girls stepped back giving me the chance to do as I was told. They held their riding whips high ready to beat me if I decided to take any action, so I slowly removed my jacket and shirt and lay back down.


“Move over there and sit with your back to that tree” said Jenny, pointing with her whip. I sat up and shuffled backwards until I felt the rough bark against my skin. Jenny moved forward, picked up my shirt and went around behind me. She grabbed my arms and tied them together behind the tree using my shirtsleeves as binds. Once sure I couldn’t move she came back round and smiled at her sister. I looked down at the rounded toe of their boots and just kind of guessed what was coming next. Sophie lifted her foot and swung her leg round giving me a sharp kick in the left side. The initial pain shot through my body but before I could recover Jenny had done the same to my right side. They had obviously put a lot of thought into their actions and judged the kicks to be hard enough to cause a lot of pain but not too hard to crack ribs.
“Both together now” laughed Jenny as they simultaneously kicked me. To their amusement I screamed out and wriggled side to side trying to ease the agony whilst watching them express their satisfaction with a high five. They took their time and continued to give me another five or six kicks each before stopping and stared across the meadow behind me. I couldn’t see what had attracted their attention but finally heard the sound of an engine approaching. I thought “Thank God, someone is coming and they would have to stop their punishment”. The car stopped about 20ft away and I heard a door open and close. Footsteps snapping twigs close by then another voice I recognised.
“What are you two up to”? It was their mother.

“Just giving him a kicking” giggled Jenny, a smile beaming across her face. Their mother came round in front of me, bent down and looked side to side at the damage already caused to my body, the grazes and bruises already visible. Through blurred, teary vision I looked her up and down hoping to see a glimmer of pity but to my horror she said
“Do you mind if I have a try?”. She stepped forward and pushed my legs apart with her foot. She was wearing shiny brown ankle boots with a square toe and 4ins heels, which tapered down to a quarter inch square heel tip under elegant black suit trousers. Her pure white blouse was open three buttons and her perfect form was clearly visible. As always, her makeup was immaculate, her blonde hair cascading down around her shoulders. She stood between my knees and lifted her boot, gently tapping the toe against my stomach as if marking the spot she wanted to kick. She was a little unsteady, so Jenny stepped forward to take her arm.
“Thank you dear” she said. Then swinging her leg backwards she gave me an almighty kick in the stomach like a footballer taking a penalty. The toe of her boot sank deep inside my body causing me to convulse and scream out in pain. Sophie stepped forward and pushed the sole of her boot hard across my mouth, splitting my lips and quieting my scream.
“I preferred feeling him under my feet” said their mother
“Why not stand on his legs” offered Jenny.
“No, please don’t” I begged “that really hurts. Please show some mercy” But it was if no words had been spoken. She stepped up onto my legs, the toe of her boots digging into my groin, the heels sinking into the tops of my legs. I wanted to cry out but knew if I did I would feel the hard sole again of Sophie’s boot smash across my face. She just stood there for about ten minutes having a conversation with her daughters
“What are you two planning tonight?…….shopping on Thursday……your fathers birthday” The pain was excruciating but she was completely oblivious to how much she was hurting me. My eyes were closed tight, my teeth clamped together, my head resting against her leg. I could smell the cleanliness of her clothes as tears began to flow down my face, leaving a small wet patch I hoped she would not see.

Finally my sobbing attracted her attention and she bent down, put a finger under my chin and gently lift my head up. I opened my eyes and looked at her soft smiling face. She took a tissue for her pocket and wiped away my tears.
“I’m sorry my dear” she whispered but then quickly stood up and rocked back on her heels. My howl of pain echoed through the trees making all three of them jump. Jenny stepped forward ready to give me a kick but stopped short as her mother stepped off my legs. She looked down as the tears welled in my eyes before lifting her right foot and tapped my stomach. Again Sophie held her arm as she turned her head and gave her daughter a loving smile before swinging her leg back and giving me another almighty kick in the gut, not once but twice. I felt the vomit rise in my throat and turned my head to the side to spit it out. I wasn’t sure what damage had been done to my body but the aching pain just stayed with me. I was now openly crying and slumped forward as their mother said
“I must be going now girls, you take care and I’ll see you later” She then stretched up and gave her beautiful daughters a tender kiss on the cheek. “Them take care” I thought “Who’s going to take care of me” No one paid any attention to the agony I was suffering as the girls watched their mother return to her car and drive over the meadow back towards their home.

Jenny was the first to resume the punishment, gently and playfully to begin with but getting harder with every kick. With a broad smile on her face, she laughed as my body convulsed each time the toe of her boot whacked into my body. Again the pain was immense but there was absolutely nothing I could do. Sophie looked on thoughtfully, watching her sister before saying,
“Did you see the look on his face when mum stood on his legs? she asked “It must really have been hurting him”
“No” replied Jenny. “Lets give it a try” and with that they stepped up onto my thighs, holding hands and bouncing up and down to cause as much pain as possible. It was at this point I finally lost control of my bodily functions and felt the warmth spread between my legs as ounce again my scream of pain echoed through the trees causing both girls to burst out laughing. Jenny jumped backwards and began to violently kick me in the chest and ribs, the hard toe of her riding boot sinking deep into the already damaged flesh. Panting hard, she finally stopped and said,
“If you lick our boots clean we’ll let you go” I didn’t have much choice so just nodded my head slowly. Sophie came up first, standing squarely in front of me and lifted her right boot up to my face. I started to lick as best I could using my tongue to remove the dirt and grime from the hard leather sole. My mouth was really dry and I could not spit out the muck so had to keep swallowing as I worked my way around the bottom of her boot. She stood patiently watching my efforts whilst holding her sisters shoulder for balance. Finally satisfied her boot was clean she swapped over and gave me the left one to lick.

Some time later we were done, both girls happy their boots were spotless. Jenny walked around behind me and untied my arms. I fell sideways, groaning as the pain of moving coursed through my body. My shoulders ached and I wriggled to try to ease the stiffness, my head resting on a small pile of twigs. Jenny moved forward and looked down at my broken body.
“You’re pathetic” she said before lifting her foot and slowly stepped on the side of my face. She stood momentarily with all her weight on my head. I could feel the hard sole on one side of my face and the twigs snapping under the other side, sticking into my skin. She moved away back to where her horse was tied before Sophie gave me another dose of the same, standing full weight for what seamed about a minute. A quick bounce and then she was off to collect her mount.

When I heard them ride off I tried to sit up but the pain was too much to bare so closed my eyes and lay still for almost an hour. A couple out walking their dog stopped and gave me a hand to get to my feet before asking what had happened. I said I couldn’t explain for fear of reprisals and declined their kind offer to call an ambulance. They looked at the damage to my body and the marks on my face but said nothing more as they helped me with my shirt and jacket. Leaning back against a tree, I took a few deep breaths then unsteadily began the long, slow walk back to my cottage. I hugged my chest with both arms to help ease the pain, desperate for a drink. But there was no way I could go to the pub, not now.

  
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