With every movement the horse made Charlotte could feel the rough bumps of the saddle digging further into her nether regions. She shuffled around uneasily, trying to find a more comfortable position but to no avail..
Once they took to the fields and the strides of the horse grew longer and faster Charlotte transferred her weight from the sadle to the stirrups, standing in them ever so slightly so that she could relieve herself of the soreness without him being able to notice.
He did notice.
They talked for a while about the scenery and he explained the various types of crops growing in these fields to her and what they were used for. The conversation was slightly one-sided due to the fact that Charlotte's legs were beginning to tire and so her concentration was waning.
"Maybe we could take a break here?" she asked, pointing to a tree growing in the middle of the field they were in.
"Not yet, first we should pick up the pace, the scenery is much more enjoyable with the wind in your hair." he said, smiling at her. He understood full well that Charlotte was having difficulties with the saddle and her legs, and was aiming to get to the point where she could no longer hold herself up off the saddle, but that she was also to sore to remain seated completely.
He drove both horses to a trot and demanded Charlotte stay seated. With the fast and hectic movements of her horse's trot Charlotte began to feel pain blooming between her legs. Her tender skin was being rubbed and bruised through her jodhpurs. For a few minutes she was able to endure it, but eventually it became to much for her and she resorted to a standing trot.
"Charlotte, what did I say?" he asked, slowing his horse down while Charlotte's horse followed suit.
"To do a sitting trot," Charlotte answered, looking down at the horse's mane.
"Precisely. And what were you doing?" he asked, looking into her face which was pointed away from him.
"I'm sorry," Charlotte answered uneasily.
"Well then, let's try again," he said, and spurned his horse into a trot.
Charlotte bit her lip, the momentum of the saddle's thrusting beginning to feel like an array of punches. She whimpered quietly, trying to push herself off of her saddle with her hands before giving up and returning to a sitting trot.
Angrily he spun around, riding up beside her.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked impatiently, although he was partial to enjoying the sight of Charlotte's misery.
"It hurts!" Charlotte whined, looking at him pitifully.
"What hurts?" he asked, feigning worry.
Charlotte looked away helplessly.
"Charlotte, I asked you a question. What hurts?"
"It hurts -" Charlotte tried again, motioning down at the saddle with her head.
"Charlotte. What hurts? If you don't answer my question right away we will keep trotting until you feel you are ready to answer." he said, looking at her pointedly.
"The saddle," Charlotte whimpered, "the saddle is hurting me."
"Oh, the saddle is hurting you!" he exclaimed, feigning surprise, "My poor little Charlotte, did I give you an uncomfortable saddle?"
Charlotte nodded awkwardly, blushing slightly.
"Well considering I gave you a wonderful horse and the fact that we are on a beautiful ride in the countryside it seems that you are being a little ungrateful, don't you think?"
Charlotte's lower lip trembled slightly and she began to fidget with the reins.
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