Helena's Donkey Riding by AB Vacationing on a Greek Village is not only sun-shine and sea. Part 1 It was my first visit to this small village on this lovely Greek Island. My roommate suggested that we should go there to see his folks, so we both took the Friday off and left for the entire weekend. We arrived there at early evening and while he was busy arranging our staying I went out for a smoke to observe the surroundings. It was a place typical of its kind. Small white houses, narrow stone streets, with small trees at the sides and as the sun was taking its way towards the west the entire scenery was died in deep orange, producing a kind of strange sensation. I was alerted by the sound of horseshoes clicking on the stone path accompanied by the hollow sound of a flat instrument against something I could not identify. As the road finally turned about fifty meters from where I was standing I was finally able to see both the rider and her ride. She was a woman of medium height with short dark hair. Her body was beautiful with bold curves that only a woman in her early forties can produce. She was riding a small donkey, siting with both feet from the same side of the packsaddle so I was able to admire her sun-tanned legs as they both hung together. Her blouse would reveal her shoulders and arms and would roughly cover her heavy breasts. Her skirt was supposed to be a long one with lots of pleats, but the way she had been riding for sometime made it climb up her legs so her thighs were clearly visible. On one foot she was wearing an exercise sandal while she held the other one on her hand urging her animal to walk faster by hitting it with the heel. I waited for her to approach and greeted her. "Yeoo!" she yelled at her ride and grabbed the reins. This resulted to an instant stop, but as the small animal was stopped at an upward slope it took a couple of more steps in order for it to come to a still. This resulted in some heavy blows from the heavy-heeled sandal. "I am only riding him for one month", explained his mistress, "so he still has a lot to learn". I looked somewhat surprised at the sight of her wearing her shoe again. I told her that I was a friend of the family and she introduced herself as being my friend's youngest Aunt. She said that her name was Helena and she was staying there with her 16-year-old daughter. She also told me that she was an amateur photographer who was taking shots of the village and the surrounding area in order to gain some extra cash. "So I got this stupid beast to carry me around to places where no car can go, but it can get so stubborn that I almost get tired beating it". She added with a laugh. "Look what happened on the way up" she continued, "I had to hit it so hard, that I broke my crop.!" "It seems to me that you are not completely out of resources", I replied and offered her a cigarette. She lit it without dismounting and we talked for a while about how we would spend the night in the village tavern. While we talked I watched her feet dangling her shoes. The urge to fell on my knees and kiss them was so strong, that I almost burned my hand by forgetting the cigarette I was holding. Eventually I was called in the house and she said that she had to take care of her beast. Some kicks from her heels and some strokes from her shoe and the animal was moving again. The sound of beating and running along with her voice urging her donkey could be heard long after I lost sight of her or even closed the door behind me. Part 2 We met again later at the same evening as promised in the tavern. She was wearing exactly the same clothes she wore earlier, only now she replaced her exercise sandals with a pair of high-heeled mules. We sat next to each other at the table and started drinking, smoking and talking until very late. I found out that she had divorced her husband only two months ago and had taken her doughtier to the village to stay her folks throughout the entire summer. She didn't want to say much about her past and I felled right not to ask. "Men and donkeys are exactly the alike" she did say though, "they only understand beforehand punishment and require full control. Women should learn to take off their shoe more easily. Look at my donkey for example" she went on with a smile, "unless I beat the hell out of it, the stupid thing will not walk a descent step!". I tried to be funny, saying that with such beautiful legs and such elegant shoes, I wouldn't know whether to choose the high heeled or the bare foot version, but she raised a finger at me. "Don't even think about it", she warned me "I saw the way you looked at me before and I assure you that being my ride is not as pleassant as it might seem from a two legged possition!" It was way after 3 a.m. when we left. We were the last customers in the shop and by that time we 'd paid and left for home the entire village was well asleep. The village was build on a hill cliff with the square being at the lowest end and the houses expanding all the way to the top. Going up on the stone pavement with 4 inch heels at 3 o'clock in the morning after who knows many drinks and cigarettes surely wasn't her idea of exercise. "I do miss my ride", she told me after a while; "had it been here I would be in bed by now". I took my fanny face and offered to make up for it by suggesting that I could somehow take its place and carry her home in my arms. "Oh no wise guy", she demanded "if you are to take its place then you get down on all four!". I looked around and made sure that we were practically alone. I then fell on my knees and waited. She approached and sat on my back, arranging her skirt and crossing her legs in a manner that her right foot was almost in front of my face while the left was hanging from my shoulder. I could smell the odor of her patent leather mule and notice the little wrinkles on the sole of her foot. "Gidihoo!", she cried when she was all settled and ready. I felled her spiked heel's kick at my belly and started walking up. As I crawled with her on my back, her foot in front of my face would move and the sound of the mule heel touching the foot sole and then separating again, was enough to squeeze the brains out of my head. I tried to kiss her foot a couple of times but she wouldn't let me. She could see the effect on me so she started hitting my face with the inside part of her right foot quickly and then drag it some distance away from my mouth. After two minutes I stopped. "Tired already?" was the response from my Mistress, "let's make you a bit more vivid!" She instantly bend to remove her shoe, but an other idea came to her for she quickly unhooked her leather bug belt and produced a leather strap the she folded in two in order to use as a whip on my bottom. While she was busy making the arrangement for her self made whip she forgot anything about the foot game we were playing before. Moreover as the bug clip was giving her some trouble to open she relaxed her foot and it now hung only a couple of inches away from my mouth. I gently opened my mouth kissed the foot before me and stack my tongue between her mule and her sole. "You dare do what!" she hissed in my ear. For one instant I was under the impression that the entire village would wake. "Now take me home quickly and we 'll see about your punishment there? She chnaged position, and sat me in the normal way by sticking her heels in my guts. Then started whipping me with the strap she removed from her bug. At first, I could feel her heat on my spine, but my pain, my fatigue and her anger were such that I was even afraid to look. I tried to crawl as fast as possible but the whipping and swearing would not stop. Suddenly she pulled my hair and brought me to a still. "The way you are going we 'll never manage to get home before dawn", she said. I waited for her to start beating me again, but she dismounted from me and ordered me to stand up. "Now", she said "bend your back so I can ride you like a two legged ride". I did as she ordered and the next moment she was again on my back. It was easier for her to use her legs as stimulators this time, so finally after a ten-minute ride we were entering the house gate. She led me to the right by constant kicks from her right foot until we were finally entering the house stable. Me sweating, out of breath fascinated and frightened, Her gorgeous and angry. Part 3 "Now walk next to that pile of hay over there so I can dismount properly". "I am", she said after I had gently placed her on the hey stack, "going to give you a lesson you will never forget" The time was already 4:35 in the morning and the people at the village were waking up. I could hear sounds of cars, tractors, or even animals passing outside, and the fear of being caught with her in such a state, was reason enough to think of an escape. She came towards me with a rope she picked from a nail on the wall tied it around my hands and then attached the other end on a metal ring used for tying the animals. She then took out a bullwhip that was used for the oxen and came towards me. She took my off shirt and raised her whip "If you make one sound", she warned me, "you 'll have to explain many things to everybody around here". She then raised the whip My excititment and fear were at such a level that I passed out. Part 4 I awake on a bed under a tree in the house yard next to the stables with my shirt on. My back was aching and my head was spinning. I looked around and show my friend drinking a cup of coffee at a summer table under the shadow. "Helena told me that you had too much to drink", he said teasingly. "She also told us that you slipped on the way home, look at your knees! How did you manage to injure them both?" I mumbled something about the quality of drinks they served in the tavern and went in the house to wash the dirt from my face and hands. After a while I was out in the yard again and as I helped myself with a cup of coffee, I show Helena and her doughtier Maria coming out of the stable. The mother was leading the donkey out in the yard, while her doughtier, was caring the blanket and the packsaddle. "Good morning", said Helena to me with a smile, "I hope you are feeling better today. You know, you shouldn't drink so much if you can't handle it". I smiled back at her not knowing how to react. "Me and Maria are going for a ride to the old windmills", she announced, "I want to get some photos today, so we 'd better hurry if we are to be home for lunch." Maria placed the blanket on the donkey and Helena helped her with the packsaddle. She tightened the leather belt under the animal's belly, and then took another leather strap that she arranged between the animal's rear legs and then attached it to it's jaws. "That way" she explained, "each time he would try to kick back he will have a surprise coming". I also noticed that she had acquired a new stick that she had cut from a near by willow tree. Maria rode first on the animal's shoulders, so the packsaddle was free for her mum, in the normal manner and held the reins steady for her mother to ride sidesaddle. Just before mounting, Helena, handed the crop to Maria then jumped gracefully and landed on the packsaddle behind her doughtier. The animal seemed to feel uneasy having to carry twice the usual weight, but a couple of strokes from Maria's whip quickly sorted things out. As Helena tried to get comfortable on the saddle, she lost a shoe. I hurried towards them picked it up and handed it to her. "Would you like me to place it on your foot?" I suggested with some vain hope that she would say yes. "No thank you" she replied, "if our friend here has to carry almost twice my weight then he should get a least twice the usual urge". "Let's go Maria!" she ordered. Maria used both her heels and whip to start the animal, but as Helena was not satisfied with the result she started helping by beating with her show. The donkey started walking towards the exit gate. "So, Mum", I heard Maria's voice between cuts of the crop, "no mutter how much we hit it, the donkey can?t kick and will only walk faster, but then we will hit it even more." "Yhoo!", was the mother?s reply as she hit her ride with all she could. "that is the proper way to treat them darling" she told her doughtier, "had we done the same thing to your father he would probably be with us by now?