Police Montée In Canada 🍁  Read Count : 83

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I was recruited by the town of Fagnolle to set up a police service. As a rider by passion, I decided to set up a police force on horseback allowing me to move easily in our beautiful forest. I organize random rounds on the forest paths accompanied by my horse and armed with a simple cell phone, the region being relatively calm.
At the beginning of January, the particularly harsh winter brought us a white coat of snow, fortunately my coat is warm and I plan to wear fur-lined gloves as well as chaps in addition to boots which will keep my legs warm during my patrol.
While I am in the middle of a clearing, I notice at the edge of the woods an abandoned car, the windows are broken, the hatch is open and shoe prints are moving away and lost in the woods. I'm walking around the vehicle when my phone rings, it's the panicked mayor:

Hello Karin, Pete the son of the creamery stole the recipe and ran away with the car.

Hello Peter, I think I found the car, it left traces! I'm on the hunt!

I get in the saddle and start to follow the tracks, even if he goes into the forest, I quickly discern the direction he could have gone, my knowledge of the terrain will allow me to go around and get ahead of him, at a gallop now ! The Horse speeds off at a good pace and I emerge into the clearing at the same time as him, he looks at me like an apparition.
He immediately tries to turn back towards the woods, but I am faster and cut him off, sending him to the ground with a well-aimed kick. Before I could dismount, he resumed his course in the other direction, I made the horse make an arc of a circle, and although he changed his course I arrived again at his level, in despair he tries to hold on to my leg to make me fall from the horse, no choice: my whip falls on him, he lets go. I push him again with my boot, he rolls to the ground only to immediately get up and run in the opposite direction trying to reach the thickets.
At the last moment I manage to screen the horse, he turns around again, but I am already on him, turning my horse around him. Not knowing what to do anymore, as I slow down he tries to approach me again while I stretch out my leg, he grabs my foot with his hand and almost makes me fall, I hold on to the reindeer at the last minute, my bomb falls to the ground in a rustle of snow, releasing my long hair which cascades over my shoulders.
Exhausted, he kept my hands on my boot, my eyes met his, his eyes kept going back and forth between my face and my boot, I read great confusion in his eyes, he stammered:

Miss Karin… Is that you?

Without waiting he lets go of me and throws himself face down into the snow and bursts into tears:

Miss Karin, forgive me, I did something crazy...

I dismount, he crawls to my feet and before I can make the slightest movement, his lips kiss the leather of my right boot, I kick him away, saying:

Hands off !

Sobbing he explains:

I beg you, every day I see you pass by on your horse, I couldn't resist, I love you!

But why steal?

It’s because I wanted to give you a gift… You understand, I wanted to give you some boots

I then burst out laughing, pretending not to have understood his trick, and said to him:

Boots ? This is a funny idea…

That’s because, Miss Karin, I… uh…

I brought my foot closer, so that my boot was a few centimeters from his face, he must smell the warm smell of leather, I see now how having my boots close to him disturbs him, seeing him like this at my feet pleases me to the highest degree, stamping my foot I push him to speak:

You what ?

Miss Karin, please let me kiss your boots….

So you wanted to give me some boots and hope I'd let you kiss them? Do you think this is how it happens?

I beg you, I love you so much!

His lips are a few millimeters from the leather, without warning him I kick the snow, as his mouth is open he swallows a little. Then placing my boot under his eyes, I rotate my ankle, forming folds on the leather which I emphasize with my riding crop, I simper:

So you want to kiss my boots?

Yes, I'll do whatever you want, please!

All that I want ?

He tries to grab my boot again, I pull my foot back, laughing, I taunt him, playing with my foot in the snow:

Deserve your reward!

Digging in his pocket he takes out a package made of tied newspapers, he says to me:

I return the money from the flight, I ask for forgiveness, please let me kiss your boots!

I take the money, he tries to embed again..




That’s because, Miss Karin, I… uh…

I brought my foot closer, so that my boot was a few centimeters from his face, he must smell the warm smell of leather, I see now how having my boots close to him disturbs him, seeing him like this at my feet pleases me to the highest degree, stamping my foot I push him to speak:

You what ?

Miss Karin, please let me kiss your boots….

So you wanted to give me some boots and hope I'd let you kiss them? Do you think this is how it happens?

I beg you, I love you so much!

His lips are a few millimeters from the leather, without warning him I kick the snow, as his mouth is open he swallows a little. Then placing my boot under his eyes, I rotate my ankle, forming folds on the leather which I emphasize with my riding crop, I simper:

So you want to kiss my boots?

Yes, I'll do whatever you want, please!

All that I want ?

He tries to grab my boot again, I pull my foot back, laughing, I taunt him, playing with my foot in the snow:

Deserve your reward!

Digging in his pocket he takes out a package made of tied newspapers, he says to me:

I return the money from the flight, I ask for forgiveness, please let me kiss your boots!

I take the money, he tries to kiss me again, but I jump, I avoid, and suddenly I'm behind him, I pull him by the hair, telling him:

Now hands behind your back!

Docilely he holds out his arms, I tie his hands with my handcuffs, then using a rope I tie him to the horse. I get back in the saddle, he tries to kiss my boots again, but stops when I show him my crop and says:

Dare and you will taste this!

Putting my horse at a walk I return to town with my prize, and return the money to his parents. Then I take him to the police station where the mayor waits for me and congratulates me. As he returned the money the mayor thinks we can release him, I manage to get him to keep him with me for a few hours to take his statement and his fingerprints. The mayor accepts, I take Pete to my office, where still handcuffed I make him kneel on the ground, standing in front of him. My leather gloved hand goes to his face, caressing, moving closer to his lips, forcing his lips and making him open his mouth and my fingers grab his tongue and pull it as I say to him:

Show what you got? Hmm, I’ll have to be content with that!

Then I sit on the desk, with my hand, I guide his head to slowly bring his tongue into contact with the leather he desires so much, I guide him with my hand and my voice, his nose brushes against the leather inhaling his perfume and his tongue leave a delicious wet mark on my boots, for two hours he has the privilege of being in my booted presence and of touching his dream with his finger. Once his statement has been taken, I say to him as I release him:

I'll come see you every time I return from patrol, make sure your tongue is ready!

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