The following day, I felt happier than usual and turned up for work early, whistling through my unpleasant work, mucking out. As I left Beauty’s stall, a foreboding shadow crossed my path.
I smiled at my boss—actually, she was my boss’s boss—and wondered if this was my last day working for her.
“Good morning, Lady Granger.”
Lady Granger was a beautiful woman, even in her sixties. She wore black leather boots, skin-tight light brown riding breeches, and a well-tailored bright red tunic. She pointed her riding crop at my crotch, taking me by surprise.
“I watched the stable’s CCTV footage from last night. You put on quite a show, Josh.”
“Ah - okay, this is awkward!”
“My daughter couldn’t sit down properly last night at dinner, so I investigated why.”
“I’m sorry, Lady Granger.”
“Sorry, Josh? A thrashing can hardly pass for an error that one apologizes for afterward.”