Though she’d been soundly rejected – twice – Merry stayed close to Mandy for the whole of their playtime, even going so far as to bully her gently under a heat lamp when she saw that the girl was cold. Aaron didn’t think that Mandy even knew what Merry was doing when she gently maneuvered her around, she was just trying to avoid the other pony.
At five the other grooms would begin to come and retrieve their mares, so Aaron entered the ring at about ten of the hour. He walked right by Mandy, who tried not to but began to follow him about ten paces back as the only thing familiar in her world at this moment, but he deliberately ignored her. Merry trotted over to him immediately a welcoming smile on her face, as did most of the girls, which he had counted on. He told Merry in a deliberately soft voice that drew the others even closer around them, “You’ve earned yourself a huge reward today by watching over a newcomer who isn’t having a very easy time of it. You stayed by her the whole time and I saw the way you herded her under the lights when she got cold. You have behaved in an exemplary fashion, Merry-girl, and I am extremely proud of you.” Aaron’s big soft smile made Merry blush all over at having pleased him with her behavior. “Open your mouth and close your eyes.” Merry giggled – or close to it – at the familiar phrasing from everyone’s childhood, but she was smiling so broadly that she had a hard time keeping her mouth open for him.
Aaron knew he had every female’s rapt attention as he unwrapped the candy and put it on Merry’s tongue – he could hear the jealous groans and squeals emanating from the crowd. She groaned at the flavor of the treat as if he was pleasuring her in the most intimate of ways. When there was still chocolate melting in her mouth, she moved a step closer to Aaron and tilted her head, offering her lips in a sweet kiss, offering but not demanding in the least. Aaron accepted the offer with a grin, slanting his mouth across Merry’s in an indulgent, familiar fashion as his hands gently tweaked the full, bare breasts that naturally filled them to overflowing.
The other ponies started to squeak and moan with jealousy even louder as he kissed Merry deeply, and with obvious affection. After dropping a loud, wet, smacking kiss on each of her red, upturned nipples, and patting that generous bottom, he winked at her and turned to them, saying to all of the assembled fillies, “That’s the way a ponygirl should always act – helpful and caring towards her fellow ponygirls. Y’all would do well to take a lesson from Merry’s behavior today.”
Aaron strode purposefully towards Mandy, unlooping a pair of reins from one of the metal quick clips hanging off his belt loops. Now, of course, she began backing away from him in a complete reversal of her previous behavior. Aaron just had to laugh, which made Mandy’s face screw up in confusion as she continued to back away. But backing up in pony hooves was an even harder thing to do than going forwards in them, and Mandy soon found herself leaning over as if she was going to end up flat on her back. Luckily, Aaron was close enough that he was able to grab her upper arm and steady her, but then he proceeded to bend her over and hold her bent by applying a broad hand to the back of her neck, leaving her luscious bottom exposed and begging for the forty strokes of the leather paddle he gave it while lecturing her about not moving away from her handler.
Not only had Amanda dissolved into tears at the first agonizing stroke, but her discomfort was multiplied by the fact that she was being disciplined in full view of everyone else. By then the other grooms were coming to get their fillies to bring them into their stalls for some downtime before dinner. She could hear the men all talking to their ponies, mentioning to them as a mild threat that they’d better move along smartly or they’d end up like Mandy over there. Amanda thought she’d die of humiliation. She knew that her rapidly reddening and already bruised and welted bottom was there for everyone to see as Aaron whacked away at it, and she also knew that her privates, which were still full and swollen from this afternoons attentions, were also on full display, along with the fact that they were already glistening again with her own secretions.
When Aaron was through punishing her, he held her in position for a little while, fondling that exact area she’d been concerned about showing to all and sundry very thoroughly as he nodded and spoke to each one of the grooms who were around. Amanda tried to struggle, but worried she’d fall over in those dumb, uncomfortable shoes, so she had to stand there and have his fingers poking around between those lips, searching and finding that nub of flesh that made her draw a startled breath when he began to rub it vigorously.
Oh, God, he was going to make her come right here, right now, in front of God and everyone! She just wanted to sink into the ground and die.
But he didn’t bring her off. He did continue to caress her until they were the only people in the corral, at which time he let her up and ordered with another crisp swat, “Walk Proud, Mandy.”
Back in her stall she was put onto the grooming platform, knees laced into those padded things they strapped her into, head down and lashed there so tight she couldn’t even raise it to change which side of her face was on the straw. Big paddled cuffs were wrapped around her ankles. A thickly padded belt around her waist supported her middle and also prevented her from lowering her bottom while Aaron rubbed some sort of soothing lotion into the beleaguered skin of her backside, tsking and scolding her gently the whole time. “Are you going to be better behaved tomorrow, Mandy-girl? I should hope so. I bet having your bottom this torn up is getting awful old, hon. Remember, you do have control over whether or not you get spanked. If you do good, or even if we see that you’re trying to do good – that you’re making an effort at cooperating instead of being naughty and rebellious – then things’ll go easier on you and you won’t be so sore all the time – although I know how much you love to have your bottom striped good and hard.”
Amanda tried to buck and writhe in disagreement, but her movements were too limited to allow much of that, but Aaron knew what she meant.
“Yes, you do, babygirl. I know you do.” He’d finished with her rear and the backs of her thighs, inspecting them carefully to make sure that there wasn’t any scarring, despite the fact that he knew that was highly unlikely – all of their implements were designed with rounded edges and every possible precaution against any sort of permanent damage to a mare’s valuable hide. Her bottom was looking pretty damned rough. But her pussy – that was looking as inviting as always. Aaron cupped her little cunny in his big hand. “This never lies, Mandy. Oh, your punishments hurt – maybe they hurt you more than the average ponygirl, I don’t know. But I do know how your body responds to the paddle and the strap and even the cane – it loves it. You cream every time anyone lays a handprint or a stripe across these cheeks here – I’ve seen and smelt and touched and licked the evidence of it. You can’t hide anything from us. We see all of you, and we know what you need.” He dipped his fingers in her juices and brought them to her clit, rubbing the pads of his fingers over her with deliberately firm slowness, hearing her breathing increase, and watching her swallow hard. “You need this – to be touched and fondled and spanked and caned. That’s what your life is going to revolve around from now on – you’re just going to have to learn to accept it. The centers of your life are no longer your brain and your hands. No one around here is ever going to ask your opinion about anything – not whether you want an orgasm or not, not whether or not you want to be bred to some big stud, not whether or not you want to pull a sulky or wear a bit in your mouth. It’s just going to be done to you regardless of what you think. Your hands are always either going to be bound out of the way or they’re going to be restrained all the time and be useless to you, always, especially since you keep showing me that I can’t trust you.”
His free hand roamed her sore bottom, pinching her here and there as his fingers frigged her relentlessly. “This is going to happen to you so much in the future, baby ponygirl. Your future is full of coming and punishments and being bred and trained. No thinking, nothing but pain and pleasure and lust. Maybe more of the pain for you than usual, but you like that, too.
“Like I said: we have to be harder on you than on the others – more demanding. You’ll always have harsher punishments than the other girls, you’ll be expected to do more and learn more than they will, to endure more, even to come harder than they do” He got a little more lubrication from her on his hand then began worrying her button again. “And I’m going to be here, doing it all to you. All of it. Tomorrow morning you’re going to be brought to the breeding pens, and I’m going to fuck you for the first time. It’s not too early in your training for a pony like you. You need to feel the thick length of a stud deep inside you, pounding into you from behind as you were meant to receive a cock – and for a while that stud’s gonna be me.”
Amanda emitted a high pitched keening wail at that pronouncement a Aaron hurled her over the edge of ecstasy again that day, praising her lush beauty and the awesome clenching of every muscle in her body, yet still his fingers tormented her – straight into a second explosive orgasm.
Amanda did the only thing any woman would do when faced with such overwhelming pleasure. She fainted.
Part III The Breeding Pen
The next day, Amanda was again gently awakened at about five thirty by nothing so loud and blaring as an alarm clock, but by the easy sounds around the stall, as if it was waking with her. Ted had her up and at breakfast in a no-nonsense fashion, as if he’d been doing it for years, and, indeed, for other ponygirls he had been doing it for
