While at first, it seemed romantic to arrive this way, by lunchtime I was so frustrated from smelling fresh horse shit, that I wanted to turn aroun... to go back home. Our driver wouldn't talk much and kept rushing us. He wanted to be home before dark and we wanted to get off of this damn smelly, cramped wagon. Finally we topped a ridgeline and the driver grunted "Paglia." pointing to a town down in the valley. I looked at the surrounding mountains, searching for the castle that. I immediately said sure, please do, I was hoping that seeing you would not end upon our finishing the meal. I told her where I was staying and gave her the room number. She said she knew the place and would meet me there after going home and picking up a few things she would need.I awaited at the room, excited and pondering how the remainder of the evening would play out. I’m thinking that she is intent on seducing me and finishing what was attempted 20 years ago. Only this time, I am not going. Then I pulled down a bareback pad. A bareback pad is just a kind of thick blanket that cinches around the horse's chest like a saddle does. There are no stirrups or pommel or cantle. It just gives a slightly more secure feeling on the horse's back because you don't slide around as much. We led Gypsy out and I gave Liz a boost onto her back. I led her out to the fence where I could climb on. I can get on bareback without using a step, but not with someone else up there. Mounting bareback for me. I can’t move and I am at your mercy. Lisa walks towards me and places the blindfold back over my eyes. Kim tells me, “Let the lesson begin.” With that I feel the first whip land on my ass. My body jerks with the first blow. The whipping comes fast and furious. You both are behind me. No sooner does one whip hit, then the other is right behind it. The two of you work up and down my back, every once and a while the whip comes up between my legs and land on my cock and balls. .