.. We'd met on a fetish website. We were both part of a particular group so we ended up chatting. She was a recently divorced forty-seven year old nam...d Michelle who was looking to get the spark back into her life. I was a university student looking for something different. I'd desired to be spanked by a woman for a long time. I'd tried it with girls my own age but when they tried it, it never really pushed my buttons. Most of them just found the whole thing a bit too weird. Understandable I. Her new tutor, Mr Longman, was a bit of a dude. He was a guy of about 30, with shoulder-length mousy hair and during summer he would wear surfer shorts and sandals. If it wasn’t for his dashing good-looks and toned legs he might not have been taken seriously. While he didn’t cut a lot of slack for the guys he was definitely a lady’s man. He took a shine to Emma in her first week. Emma didn't shy away from older guys. Her long brown hair and hazel eyes were not the only thing that made guys give. “Well it is kind of bright. But I’m not complaining, and it feels soft.”“I do have in-unit laundry, so we can wash what you have.”“That’s nice,” he said. He entered the bathroom and closed the door. Soon she heard running water.Laura’s heart pounded. There was a strange felon in her bathroom. She knew nothing about him except that he told her he wouldn’t be a jerk. Yet while her heart was pounding now, the thought of not helping had been worse. Rage and anger had filled her. She would not—could. She also told us that the best way to act around a horse is to be neither aggressive nor submissive."If you're too aggressive, you with disconnect with them, but if you give in too much you will also disconnect," she said earnestly. "Somewhere in the middle of conveying strength, combined with kindness is the only way to really communicate with a horse."Then Sheel, Roya and I watched with keen interest as Treeya, with the help of Dugut and Nugut isolated a light gray mare by driving her into.