A riding crop?

"Is this a riding crop?"

The groom to be said in confusion holding up the thin long black object

"Well it looks like the one I used to own as a teen when I still was horseback riding..."

The beautiful bride to be smiled reveling in memories.

"As a wedding gift?"

Asked the husband to be still not getting it, yet for some strange reason starting to think of his girlfriend in riding attire made him feel somehow....

Well even more aroused then he already was after the saucy aunt Felicity tales she told him.

"Maybe it is somehow symbolic?"

She smiled innocently.

"Symbolic"

This simpel word with a strange aura which was now creeping into the groom from the whip, made him shiver....

Changing his equestrienne fantasy of his girlfriend in a totally new.... somewhat bizzar direction...with her not only wearing snug riding pants, knee high boots... which oddly enough for a rider were high heeled....yet she also was holding this whip staring down at a different kind of groom...

A stable-lad...