"Get that arse out of there, you lazy cow!  I've got something really jolly in store for it today"

"Not corporal punishmnet, I hope" Harriet muttered sleepily.  "I love you Gwen, but there are limits"

"Not exactly, darling."

 Gwendoline collapsed in hysterics as soon as she came out with this reply and Harriet's heart sank.  This  hare-brained, mischievous girl was planning something and it might not be entirely to her, Harriet's liking!

Gwen led her friend around the back of the house to the stables, where two horses had been prepared.  One of these animals was snorting and prancing about eagerly - she obviously could not wait for a bit of welcome exercise!   Gwendoline  led this frisky steed up to Harry and bade her mount.  She nimbly mounted the other herself and turned to Harriet, her eyes shining  and her face red with excitement.

"Now that the ground's not so hard, we can take them out for a bit of a hard run.  They've been missing me, I can see that.  Don't go over the boundary, darling.  Don't do that whatever you do!    My neighbours tend to be a bit strait-laced."

She spurred her mount and trotted off.   Harry followed suit, excited at this change of routine.  Despite this excitement, she was rather  apprehensive about being out in what was still rather cold weather.  It might be uncomfortable sitting around for too long, even now.   She need not have worried.  The up and down motion and the effort needed to keep a very frisky steed under control soon warmed her up.  Half an hour later Gwen drew up and allowed the still cautious  Harry to draw level.

"It's getting a bit sore, bum-wise as you implied earlier, Gwen my love" she panted,  "But what worries me one whole heell of a lot more is the soreness between the thighs.  Without riding breeches, it's surprising what the friction does to you"

A squeal  of laghter greeted this, and Gwen assured her it would be like raw meat in that last named region before the day was out! She knew all to well from personal experience.

"Never mind my love, I've something to put on it when we get back.  Wonderful stuff - only trouble is it stings like hell!"   She laughed even harder at the last part of her sentence.  Harry reflected that her beloved's cruel streak was making another highly unwelcome showing today!

"Come on, Harry.  Let's have a race!"

And with this challenge Gwen was away, her hair flying behind her in the wind.  Forgetting her physical discomfort, Harriet urged her horse to break into a gallop and it obliged eagerly, so much so that Gwen was soon overtaken and left behind muttering many obscenites, drawing deeply on her huge vocabulary,  and cursing herself for having given Harriet the faster steed.

"No - Harry!  Not that way you bloody fucking arsehole - you damned  fool"  she shouted at one point, but her friend did not hear and Gwendoline followed in the same direction with extreme nervousness.  It was a long time before an exhilarated  Harry came to a stop and turned around to await her defeated friend's arrival.

"How about that, Gwen!" she smiled when that lady finally came up.

"Not bad Harry - you fucking idiot - you educationally subnormal, cretinous half-wit !  We're miles outside my property.  We'd better get back before we're spotted.  Didn't you hear me shouting - or are you stone fucking deaf and well as terminally fucking stupid - which last I have long known about anyway?"

Harriet did not cease smiling at this and Gwendoline saw the funny side of it herself.

"Let's amble back along the road, darling.  It's still early in the day  I fell  we could be lucky!"

For some time it seemed that Gwendoline's optimistic prognostication was right until that lady glanced over her shoulder and promply relieved herself of yet another string of obscenities.

"Holy fucking shit!  We've really fucking blown it this time, Harry - thanks to you,  you fatuous congenital fucking idiot!   SHIT AND FUCKING ARSEHOLES!! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!!!"

"Something wrong, Gwen?"

Harriet's question was soon answered when a police car overtook them and halted a little ahead of the  naked equestriennes.  One of the two officers got out and stood in the road as the two girls reined in their horses.

When she recognised tho officer in question,  Gwendolines face broke into a delighted smile and she swifltly dismounted and kissed the young policeman on the cheek.

"Hi, Bob old fellow!  Lovely to see you again.  I can explain, Bob - nice old darling Bob!"

The young constable smiled.

"I'm absolutely sure you can explain, Gwen, my dear.  I know of old about your incredible explanations!    Sadly I don't have the time to listen to whatever entertainly inventive and highly unlikely excuse you have for me!"

Polce Constable Robert Mc Andrews explained that he and his colleague, Sgt Wilson, had been on their way to see Gwen when they saw her and Harriet having their rather chilly and over exposed ride.

"We just have a message from the Chief Constable asking if you will allow your grounds to be used for the annual Police Sport's Day, as in previous years in your late father's time"
 
"Only on condition you win the 1000 metres again, you lovely hunk of manhood!  I don't want to have to present the trophy and kiss anybody other than you!"
 
"I won't let you down, Gwen!"

"You'd better not!"

PC McAndrews prepared to get back into the car,   but not before  assisting the very athletic and perfectly capable Gwen back up into the saddle.  Any excuse to make contact with that very delectable flesh!

He stood beside her for a moment and Gwen, acting on one of her many zany impulses,  disengaged one bare foot from the stirrup and caressed Bob's blushing face with her big toe.  After complimenting him on the smoothness of his shave, she jerked her foot upwards and sent the officer's cap flying into the air, letting out a shriek of maniacal laughter.  A laughing and ever more red faced  Bob retrieved his cap and prepared to get back into the squad car, but his Sergeant seemed to have other ideas and emerged himself.

The Sergeant was a stout man  and obviously not unaware of his own importance in the great scheme of things.  He fixed the paralytically hysterical Countess with a severe stare.

"We won't take any action against you this time, Your Ladyship, but I must warn you that this kind of behaviour could get you into severe trouble if persisted in.  May I as an older and I flatter myself wiser person than you advise you that rank and position do not only bring privilege, but also responsiblity and obligation.  Chiefly, Your Ladyship, there is the obligation to set an example to those less fortunate than yourself."

 He then told the two girls to get onto their own property and off the Queen's Highway as soon as possible - they might not receive such lenient treatment next time.

"Fuck off,  you pompous lump of lard" said Gwen, but not until the squad car was almost out of sight.

"How come you and that Constable are so matey, Gwen?"

"First boy I ever had sex with,  Harry.  Daddy thought I should get to know some of the village kids.   I got to know Bob very well!   Better than Daddy ever knew about, thank Heaven!    I was only fifteen and he was twenty three at the time.  He was fantastic!  I still dream about him at nights!"

The two ambled their way bak to Gwen's estate.

"Harry!"

"Yes"

"That fucking, flatulent prat  - that  constipated arsehole of a Sergeant was right.  Alleyiua! - Praise the Lord, Harry!  I have seen the light!   I have a duty to set an example - and I know just how to do it!"