Chapter 18

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Erin's Adventures
Chapter 18
Ariana Misbehaves

(***, F/f, Severe, Teen cropping)

Ariana gets the crop. (Approximately 1,128 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

Soon the weekly riding lesson became the highlight of my week. It was enjoyable and we learned a great deal. Miss Arler fascinated and confused me, with her signals of friendship and strict discipline which I nearly always received. One Saturday I managed (for the first time) to escape a cropping altogether. One the way home I was depressed and quiet, yet I could not figure out why. It wasn't until later that evening I realized with a shock that I was sad because I hadn't been cropped by Miss Arler! I somehow felt neglected and betrayed.

A little after a month into our lessons, Ariana finally made her mistake. Previous to this she had been the model student. Her knack for riding was almost uncanny, and she handled her large stallion with an ease that impressed even Miss Arler.

This was also her downfall, however.

While we were readying the horses for a ride into the countryside, we saw another group of riders setting up an obstacle course within a field near the stables. As we watched they began to ride the course, jumping hurdles and small water boxes. When Ariana saw this she was entranced and immediately wanted to try it.

"Absolutely not!" said Miss Arler without any hesitation. "It's very dangerous. You have a great deal to learn before you can jump like that."

Ariana pouted a bit, but didn't say anything. Only I, who knew her so well, saw the beginnings of trouble. I even whispered to her think before she acted, but she only glared at me and told me to mind my own business or she'd give me a reminder over her lap. I didn't say anything more.

As we were becoming better equestrians, Miss Arler gave us more and more freedom. When we rode, for instance, we were often allowed to go on ahead while she instructed one or two riders one-on-one. This day Ariana took advantage of this and rode off. I raced after her, concerned with what she had in mind.

Sure enough, she had trouble planned. As soon as we were out of sight of the rest of the group, Ariana took off into the woods, a different path than we were supposed to follow. The sign marking the path read "Advanced Riders Only" and I rode after her, calling to her that she was making a mistake. She did not listen.

This other path wasn't flat and easy like the normal road we took. This one weaved around through the woods with many low-hanging branches and occasional trunks lying across the way. These Ariana skillfully guided her horse to leap over, and Whirlwind flew through the air with a grace and beauty that was wonderful to watch. I tried to follow but Dusty could feel my fear and lack of confidence and balked at the jumps. I was forced to stop and let Ariana go off on her own. I rode back and took the normal route, arriving before anyone else, and Arriana showed up minutes later, panting with exertion and grinning from ear to ear.

"That was incredible!" she breathed. "Whirlwind is a natural." She rubbed the side of his neck as she spoke, and whispered encouraging words to him. The horse was also breathing heavily, and I saw little flecks of white around his jaw.

I was shocked at Ariana's behavior. It struck me as very dangerous. To ride any unknown path, especially one so rough, with such rapid speed seemed madness, and I shook my head and prepared to scold my mistress. But before I could open my mouth Miss Arler and the others showed up.

"Have a pleasant ride?" she asked me, but strangely, her eyes were fixed on Ariana.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Ariana politely.

"Didn't strain your horse, did you? He looks a bit winded."

"No, Ma'am. He's fine. We just galloped a bit, that's all."

Miss Arler frowned at this and she rode over to Ariana. Their eyes locked and electricity seemed to snap through the air. Everyone grew quiet and watched with bated breath.

"Are you really going to lie to me?" the instructor asked Ariana. The girl's calm expression did not change.

"I'm not lying."

"Of course you are, girl. I saw the tracks. You took the advanced path, didn't you?"

At this Ariana's confidence seemed shaken. She glanced at me as though I had betrayed her somehow, and then she shrugged and sighed. "Yes, Ma'am. I wanted to jump Whirlwind."

"Didn't I just tell you _not_ to try that?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Get off your horse." The words were sharp and biting, and brooked no argument.

Her face burning, Ariana dismounted neatly and assumed the position. Miss Arler carefully descended from her horse and approached the bent-over girl, the long riding crop firmly gripped in her right hand.

As usual, she did not waste time or words, but simply thrashed poor Ariana. Stroke after stroke felt. Six, eight, twelve, fifteen. And still they came down. Ariana struggled, tears trickled down her cheeks, she moaned once, and grunted a couple of times at severe blows. Her shapely bottom looked the same as when the cropping had begun but I knew from experience that those riding pants offered no protection at all. At twenty strokes Miss Arler stopped.

"Have you learned your lesson, young lady?"

Through gritted teeth came the response: "Y-yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Then get on your horse and ride back to the stables. Your lessons are over for the day. I want you waiting for me when we return and I will finish your punishment then."

"But Ma'am--" began Ariana, her face a bright red, her eyes filling with tears at the thought of losing her riding privileges.

"Not another word!"

Silently Ariana left us, riding awkwardly as she attempted to find a comfortable position on her saddle. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that she'd take the correct path back.

A stillness filled the air after Ariana was gone, and for the lesson that day the group was somber and subdued.

Hours later, when we returned to the stables, we found Ariana energetically sweeping and cleaning out the stalls. She'd obviously been hard at work, though I saw from her humble expression that she did this more to keep busy than to gain favor with Miss Arler. I could see that the instructor was pleased, however.

Miss Arler and Ariana disappeared into the instructor's office while we watered and fed our horses, and put away our saddles and other equipment. When Ariana reappeared, her eyes were red as though she'd been crying, but she did not say anything. We all walked home in silence.

More to come next week!

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