The Somerset Yeomanry provided the regiment with gallopers, stationed at the detached companies, and I thought it might be from Bridgewater.I straight...ned my tunic, threw the unsigned paperwork into a desk drawer, and made my way downstairs, glad to be free of my office. However, the galloper was not a member of the Yeomanry but a dragoon, so I knew he had come from Bristol, where General Alten, my divisional commander at Waterloo, commanded the garrison.As I entered the Regimental Office Otto. Oh, she didn’t push it but it was obvious that she was a highly intelligent young woman who was not just smart but had all the self-confidence to go with it. And, again, she was stunningly beautiful. She was never shy about her body, I’m sure she realized the effect her nakedness had on me, after all, I was naked too and guys have an ‘arousal barometer’ hanging right out of them continually indicating the degree of current sexual interest. She was also at ease with her sexuality, more so than I. You slip your dressing gown over your unclad and now visibly trembling pale body for you must be demure and modest for as long as possible. You then retrace your steps, squinting your eyes as a reflex to the bright sunlight, as you enter into the garden…"She starts to gasp and I feel her muscles become taut…"With your head lowered and your pace slow you make yourself to the caning bench… the caning bench that has been especially measured and constructed for you… only you… and halt just a couple. "Oh, I'm so sorry honey. I wasn't thinking." It's OK mom."Her hand was now resting on my upper thigh, but still not far from my raging cock. Still feeling her hardened nipples pressed into my back through her flimsy slip."Oh God, Jimmy." That's right. I forgot all about you being naked when I rushed in honey." I forgot that you were probably masterbating." I was mom, I'm sorry." It's OK honey." I understand about men." I was a young girl too, in another life honey." I'm sorry I rushed in on you.