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Chapter 5 = Broken Lessons: Dafi was totally shocked by what had happened. After she had collected all of her clothes and sheets and quickly throw them into the wash, the young woman had jumped into the shower; trying to wash the filth as well as the horrific memory away. She hadn’t wet the bed since she was 7 years old! How could she randomly, at the age of 24, have an accident on her sheets! As she finished her shower she brushed it off, and decided that it must have been a fluke. It had to be. There was no way she’d just start having accidents like that. She was a grown woman, with a college degree and a job. She wasn’t some stupid little girl like...

Dafi found herself blushing even more as the memory of the day before came back to her... Violet. She had called her a little girl. That bitchy 16 year old had been mocking her and had called her riding instructor a little girl. Dafi was miserable as she realized that this morning she’d proven the girl right.

No! She couldn’t think like that. This was just a fluke, that’s right. Just a one time thing. And no one would ever know except for her. Not even Dafi’s girlfriend needed to know. Before she left for work, Dafi through her sheets and her pajamas into the dryer and headed off to work in her normal outfit. Wearing her usual uniform; her boots, her long socks, her riding breeches, her white tank top, and her vest coat, she immediately felt better, more like herself again. She left her apartment, hoping that she’d feel better the next time she came back.

When she got back to her job, all seemed like normal again despite her irritating thoughts about how the morning had started. All dressed up in her self-appointed uniform, Dafi started her job quietly enough by working on some paperwork. After she fed Joker she saw that she had a new lesson today with a few of her regulars, a group of 3 who were all not much younger than she was, they were all 20.

She took a deep breath before she walked out to the field. “This isn’t Violet.” Dafi said to herself as she headed towards her awaiting students. “You know these people, this lesson will be fine.”

The lesson went good enough for a while, Dafi greeted her regulars and the group chatted with her for a bit. She had been giving them lessons for at least a month now, at least once a week, and they were all very friendly kids.

“Alright guys, so continuing our lesson from next week we were talking about the piece that goes in the horse’s mouth when you ride. That piece is called the... the uh... um...” Dafi’s heart started beating faster as she realized she was standing there stunned and frozen. She hadn’t forgotten a riding term in years, especially one that she worked with almost all the time. It was a short word, something so simple... and yet... she found that no matter how hard she tried she could not remember what it was called.

“The bit?” One of her students, the one girl in the group, said. “We talked about it a couple times.”

“T-that’s right, the bit. Thank you dear, I could not remember it for the life of me.” Dafi turned away from her students for a moment, her eyes wide as she tried to collect her thoughts. How embarrassing that had been to have one of her students know more than her about something riding related. She turned back to them, “So anyways, now that you know some of the terms, we’re gonna actually try doing some riding today!”

Hearing that seemed to cheer up her students. After having a couple lessons that was mostly safety procedures and terms to know, all 3 of them were very excited to finally try getting up on a horse. Dafi brought out Joker, her beautiful black stallion before explaining to them the proper way to respectfully mount a horse. When she was done explaining she decided to give them all a try. She was surprised at how well they all did it. She chocked it up the fact that they were all athletes but already her three students had perfect form. Or maybe she was just that good of a teacher. Yeah, she liked that answer.

“Alright guys,” Dafi said as the last student hopped back down off of Joker. “Now that you guys have apparently mastered mounting, I’m gonna show you some actual riding.” The three students stepped back as Dafi prepared herself to mount Joker. She was chuckling to herself as she was gonna show off a little. She had mounted Joker over 1000 times.

Though to her surprise, when Dafi tried to do it her foot wobbled in the stirrup and she fell a little back to the ground. Dafi found herself blushing again, all three of her students had gotten it on the first try. She tried again and once again fell. She could swear she could hear some quiet giggling going on from her students. “Come on Ms. Dafi, you got it!” The female student said with a hint of mocking in her voice. Dafi suddenly felt like one of her younger students, being encouraged by her parent. On Dafi’s third attempt she managed to awkwardly get up onto half of Joker and needed to pull herself up the rest of the way.

After this she tried to reestablish her professionalism on top of Joker before continuing to explain the lesson to her students. They were to start with only a small simple trot for today. Depending on how they did, she might let them go a bit faster. Dafi rode around a little on Joker trying to teach them what she was doing simultaneously, but for the first time in a very long time, Dafi felt a little scared on top of the powerful Joker. Had she always been this far away from the ground before?

Before she could really figure out what was happening... Dafi felt a small warm spot that was growing in the seat of her underwear... 

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