Something Leather?

Emma ran her finger over the hard, slender rod. She had no idea what the thing was and slid it out from under the mattress so she could quit guessing.

"Why, little Jenny, who knew." Emma said out loud and laughed for a second. She turned the riding crop over in her hand and examined it. For as big as the yard was at the lake house, Emma knew her cousin didn't have a horse, or even a pony. Jenny had this for one reason only. Emma had no idea who Jenny would have been using it on, or who might have used it on Jenny, but it was for people, not horses.

Emma laughed again, imaging cute, skinny, little Jenny just whipping the hell out of some poor boy with the crop. Emma laughed so hard she snorted. She got control of herself and tucked the thing back under the mattress. She would never let Jenny hear the end of this one.

Wait, maybe I should be nice, or she might use it on me, Emma thought then laughed again. Then she got a picture in her mind that was far more erotic than humorous.

"Damn," Emma muttered as she pushed the vision away and headed to another room.