arms – bound as always – and he carried her back to her stall. “Now,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “we’re spoiling you a little bit, Mandy-girl, because the usual thing to do is to spend the hour after you’re bred in the pens in the ‘breed present’ with the plug in. But I think you’ll be more comfortable in your own stall.”
She ended up back in her lilac scented stall, in that horridly familiar position with her bottom hiked up into the air and her head down in the sweet smelling hay. She was just beginning to relax a little when they each took a cane in one hand and stood on either side of her.
“What did we have to say to you several times while you were being bred, Mandy? About submitting? And not struggling?” Aaron asked rhetorically, laying his cane on her bottom almost tenderly. He sounded reluctant to have to do this, but Mandy knew by now that that was not going to stop him from doing it. She was beginning to realize that any sort of resistance was just going to get her more of the same painful meetings with the cane or the paddle or the leather strap they all seemed to carry. “We told you not to do it, didn’t we? We told you how a ponygirl behaves, and you chose to ignore us. So now you are going to pay the price for being a naughty and rebellious ponygirl.”
The strokes fell in rapid succession, one after the other – often one on top of the other which made her mutant yell explode hoarsely from her mouth – as they each scolded her thoroughly for being uncooperative during breeding. Before they were through with her, they’d laid a fresh layer of supremely painful welts on her backside all the way from the top of her crack to just above the backs of her knees, and Mandy was truly one sorry little ponygirl.
When they had finished with her discipline, it was almost as if it had never happened as far as they were concerned – as if the slate was wiped clean. But Mandy was crying so hard she was almost sick. A straw-like mechanism was arranged right next to her lips so that if she was thirsty, she could take a drink. Ted and Aaron massaged her soothingly and talked quietly between themselves, praising her as she gradually settled down.
In exactly one hour, the plug was removed very carefully and more salve was applied -
Mandy heard Aaron tell Ted to note that she was not actively bleeding at all – then she was fed lunch and bedded and bound down for her afternoon rest.
Her last thoughts as she fell asleep, was that this was going to be happening to her again and again – for the rest of her life – more breeding, more canes, more paddles, pain and pleasure and more pain. Although it had been sore and stingy at first, the way Aaron had been pumping in and out of her had just started to feel really good when he stopped – not that she wanted them to know she was thinking that.
And as she felt Aaron’s come leaking sullenly out of her plumped-out lips and onto the purple silk sheet beneath her, she sighed in contentment.
Part 4: Real Life
Mandy’s life took on a surreal quality as she awkwardly tip-toed her way through the days in her uncomfortable ponygirl shoes. The only things she could be really sure of were that her bottom was going to be well-roasted by the end of the day, and her pussy and breasts would be just as sore, only for very different reasons. Aaron had kept himself away from her – he hadn’t taken her again – for three days, to give her time to heal. But he hadn’t relented on the punishments or the molestations of her person one bit. He and Ted were at her all the time – she probably was brought to at least four orgasms a day – usually more like six. And they were tailored entirely to her tastes – each of the men had made themselves complete experts in her responses – they didn’t just strive to bring her off, they watched and listed and smelled and touched and paid excruciating attention to what made her writhe and groan like an animal in the back of her throat, and then they did it to her again and again.
One of the things that they had definitely hit the bullseye on in regards to what literally made her drip – besides those awful spankings – was to be spoken to in their rumbly, masculine voices, Aaron’s in particular; to be guided or cajoled or almost scolded into an orgasm made her come faster than almost anything else. Amanda thought to herself, though, that at this point, Aaron could recite a grocery list and she’d be most of the way there. It seemed she existed at a constant, mid-level arousal point, and if she took the time to analyze it, which she rarely did because they kept her so blasted busy and so concerned about where the next sharp whack was coming from, she’d have to say that it was because of how turned on the very idea of her own captivity was to her. Her position as a ponygirl made her wet at just the thought – and she was living it! All of the accoutrement was all around her, along with two very strict, sexually appealing grooms whose hands were constantly either in the process of punishing her, pleasuring her, or taking care of in some inherently intimate way.
The hardest thing Amanda had to come to grips with was not the fall of the cane or the humiliating inspections of her person, bur rather the idea that she liked this situation – indeed, she was rapidly coming to crave it.
She was very slowly coming to terms with what was going to be demanded of her for the rest of her life, although the occasional contemplation of that idea left her feeling numb. From this point on, her destiny was to be driven forward in the high stepping walk they required, eyes forward at all times, her own nudity and the images of the way she was kept on lewd display blatantly confronting her at every turn… Mandy hated the way she was forced to walk, and even more so when they upped their requirement to a faster paced trot that made her firm, round breasts jog up and down pendulously, which the men obviously adored; every man around the ring stopped to watch her.
That day – about her seventh in captivity, was filled with firsts. Aaron and Ted had made her break into a high-kneed trot for the first time, on a lunge line that Aaron was holding, requiring that she trot in a circle around him as Ted ran along beside her providing
“encouragement” with a long ruler-like paddle to the backs of her thighs. She was “decorated” for the first time, which only served to humiliate her more, using amethysts to go with her purple theme – two large, heavy, teardropped shaped pendants that hung off her nipples from tight gold clamps that made her cry when they were applied, and six more that draped from clips attached to her vaginal lips. Mandy was allowed to stand for a while right after they put those horrid things on her as the two of them looked her up and down, trying to decide if she needed more. She ended up with wide arm bands of amethysts on her upper arms, as well as spatz-like showers of them draped over her hooves, but not low enough to trip her, of course.
Amanda hated the blasted things; they pinched her nipples terribly, and she’d certainly never had anything hanging from her nether lips in her life, although the ones attached there didn’t really hurt much.
It was also the first morning that she was put into a true ponygirl harness in preparation for eventually pulling a sulky. She had already been trained to the bit, which had gone better than Aaron had expected, frankly. He figured someone was going to lose a finger or two to this feisty filly, but he was quite happy to be wrong. She had been in a bridle for some time – there was a method to his madness of having the newcomers put into a bit-less bridle before they were even awakened – and all he’d done once her gums had healed really was have Ted hold her nose closed, then snap the bit into place once she’d opened her mouth, however stubbornly. Now, she’d fussed, of course, shaking her head once it was in place and trying to dislodge it, and playing with it in her mouth to discover how well seated it was, but she’d taken to reining by him beautifully – Aaron was an expert driver and had a light but firm touch on the reins. He couldn’t wait to get her a cart behind her and watch her go!
The purple leather harness with solid gold accents was a fairly elaborate series of leather straps that went over a pony’s shoulders and around her breasts – leaving them entirely bare, of course but accenting them very nicely, especially with the contrast between the gleaming purple leather and Mandy’s pampered milky white skin. Side straps ran down her flanks, then formed a garter across her hips, with one strap splitting her down the natural crease of her body. The extremely supple leather strap that invaded her slit was specially designed to hold her lips open and kept her cheeks apart in the back, thus leaving her bare little cunny and bottom holes flaunted brazenly for everyone to see. At show, her whole crease and her nipples, as well as her mouth, would be rouged reddish for further emphasis.
She was also introduced for the first time to her ponytail. Now, Aaron loved to see a woman with a tail – it just kind of completed the ensemble for him – but there were issues of hygiene and comfort, even though he had had the most comfortable ones possible designed specifically for the Stables, along with some that were distinctly designed to be uncomfortable for those ponygirls who needed to be taught a nasty lesson. The first one that Aaron presented to Mandy’s bottom, once it was buckled and snapped into its pretty ponygirl harness, was the smallest available. The harness itself gave Mandy no choice but to show her pinkish brown hole as it lifted and separated her already crimson bottom cheeks, so the tail was easy enough to insert. Ted had her head, giving it a gentle tug and saying, “Bend,” at the same time. Mandy did as she was told and bent over, but took a small step away from Aaron as soon as he put the tip of the plug against that tight opening.
Aaron smacked her bottom sharply, enjoying the way her generous flesh wobbled within its leather frame as
