The Riding School

By C. P. Mandara

Meet Jenny. She's rich, spoiled, rude and obnoxious. She's also just been signed up for the BDSM ride of her life - without her consent. An intensive training course at the Albrecht Stables is not what it appears to be and training to become a human pony was not on Jenny's to-do list.

The trouble is, how do you escape when you're tied up, gagged and constantly sexually aroused? Which Master or Mistress do you turn to for rescue? And what do you do if you suspect you might actually be enjoying yourself?

This is Jenny's adventure into the world of BDSM and pony play. She's about to find out just how much effort it takes to become a pony girl and that she has no choice but to excel in every aspect of her training or she may never stand a chance of being released from her bondage.

Book One features Jenny's abrupt induction, where she finds herself being stripped naked, medically examined and intimately measured for her new uniform - as a pony girl.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CHIMERA
• Release date: Jul 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781780803593

C. P. Mandara

Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and... sand then it's all good.In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.She's a big fan of BDSM in all its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop.

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THE RIDING SCHOOL

by

C. P. MANDARA

Published by CHIMERA

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This work is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. The author asserts that all characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older, and that all characters and situations are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright C. P. Mandara. The right of C. P. Mandara to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

This novel is fiction - in real life practice safe sex.

To the Aftermath of Dreams, which are always in colour.

Chapter One

Late for an Important Date

Jenny was late. That was one of the perks of being the daughter of Michael Redcliff, the millionaire oil tycoon; it meant you could get away with almost anything. Today she was late for riding classes.

Normally, an instructor would visit their stables and tutor her one-on-one. On this particular day, she had been ousted from her bed at a ludicrously early hour and packed off to the countryside. Her father had personally recommended the Albrecht Stables, which had meant she'd had to journey for four hours in his personal limo, to the depths of Lincolnshire, for a week's instructor training. She hadn't wanted to come and had no intention of actually becoming an instructor in the arts of horsemanship, far too fond of lazing in bed until midday and then shopping and partying until the wee hours of the morning. Her father had insisted that she take this course, however, mainly due to the fact that his mistress was arriving tomorrow and he had wanted the house to himself. He'd threatened to cut her allowance if she didn't attend, so there hadn't been a choice in the matter.

Staring out of the window, whilst sipping Crystal, Jenny thought her week was going to be one of the most boring on record. She was to lodge at the Pony Rides Hotel and by all accounts the nightlife nearby was not some of the most exhilarating. There was always the possibility that a cute guy would be taking the course but if that failed, she'd probably play hooky and sneak back down to London. She'd lifted her father's credit card from his wallet before leaving and as he had so many, there was little chance of him noticing.

'We're here, Miss Redcliff,' a nod from the driver.

'You've got to be kidding me,' said Jenny, her mouth dropping in horror. The Pony Rides Hotel looked like something out of Anne of Green Gables. The building featured traditional wood panels, ornate woodwork and looked ridiculously old-fashioned. Whoever named the hotel should be