I paid caring attention, as always, to the instructions of the Club Officer present, as befit my Gentleman's Gentleman training. My duties as receptionist, desk attendant, and general go-fer here at the club included many duties, some pleasant, some not-so. This was one of my more enjoyable responsiiblities.

Carrying the woman to one of the playrooms, I removed her riding boots and outer garments, leaving her in her frilly red-laced black underthings. Quite expensive garments; this verified by the Platinum Amex and Gold Visa in her pack. I also put her phone into an insulated metallic case, as we did not wish the GPS inside to help any trackers find her. Her horse was taken, without any personal effects other than the rental saddle and tack it came with, far away from the club, nearly 20 miles from the stable that had rented it in another direction. My staff was efficient.

I had to search her for any other information, so I did a close physical search on the lady before replacing her garments. Her high, firm breasts appeared natural, and her close-trimmed bush (in the shape of a heart... what an affectation!) indicated an ongoing interest in the 'friendly sport'. These would serve her in good stead here at the Club, where her interests would likely be taken advantage of. It was her bottom that attracted me, however; nicely rounded and firm, it would be a lovely target for one of my implements. The tawse, perhaps; those double tongues of leather would wrap lovingly around those cheeks. But first, a fine warmup with one hand, while I encouraged squirming with the other hand by pinching and teasing.

But that was a dream, of course. Unless the Club Officer required me to, I was only permitted to do as instructed.