his handprint went from a yellowish white to a bright red on her skin.
“Steady, Mandy,” he said sternly. He motioned for Ted to give him the reins, which he wrapped around his free hand, pulling her head back sharply and making her chomp at the bit as it was yanked cruelly back against her tender lips and sensitive teeth. Her arms were, as usually, bound tightly across her back, as useless as a penguin’s vestigial wings. Aaron shortened her hobbles then tightened the reins even further, making her crane her head most uncomfortably. Finally, he nodded to Ted, who had already read his boss’s mind about what Aaron wanted: as Mandy’s back was forcibly arched, those big firm breasts jutted into even greater prominence, the amethysts dangling coyly, as if begging to be fondled. Ted grabbed a hold of them in a grip that was anything but gentle, digging his fingers well into the ample, soft flesh, making Mandy jerk away from him at just the same time as Aaron pressed the tail-plug into her little bottom. It was seated within her before she knew it, looking absolutely gorgeous as the maker had matched the color of her mane perfectly.
She issued a long, low groan of frustration and humiliation, but Ted continued to massage her breasts in that kneading manner – careful not to dislodge the nipple decorations – as Aaron kept her in position for a while with her head pulled back to offer those tender morsels to Ted’s cruel, greedy hands.
Although she had already learned to walk proud as a ponygirl, the tail threw her gait off and she got blistered more often than she had been in days for her walking, because it so distracted her. Also, the harness they put on her was one for the ring, and it had little chimes all over it that tinkled whenever she moved – she sounded like a walking wind chime! It drove her crazy, but there was nothing she could do about it but try to concentrate, which is what they were saying to her as they scolded her soundly, beating her bottom crisply with nearly every step she took.
In that first week, she had been spanked, paddled, caned and belted so often that Aaron decided to try something else as a method of punishment. When she rebelled – even just that slightest step – about receiving her tail, Aaron had taken her back to her stall – still in her tail, still with those awful pinching clamps on her most sensitive spots – and put her on all fours. Not in a “display” position, just all fours. He also put her in the head stock for the first time, which she rapidly discovered she hated and was glad he didn’t use very often, but it suited his purpose this time because she would not be able to lower the front half of her body one iota while she was in the stock – and therein lay the catch.
As he began to punish her, she didn’t realize at first what he and Ted were doing. It didn’t seem like much of a punishment at first. They were wrapping something soft and somewhat stretchy around the base of each breast. Ted had come up with this punishment, and it was highly effective and – as long as it was well timed – left no marks on the mare’s body at all, but none of the mares it was used on ever doubted that they were being seriously disciplined. He whistled while he bound Mandy’s breast tighter and tighter. The material they were using was like nylon, with nothing that would break the skin, but it would pinch and crush it horribly instead, restricting the blood flow beneath those seemingly innocuous bindings. Both he and Aaron were careful to get as far down the breast – close to the body – as possible before they began to tie her udders, and they made the loops around them very restrictively tight. Each of them made three passes around the base of the udder, then tied the strips of material off. Those straps served no other purpose in this facility other than to bind naughty ponygirl’s breasts when they’d been disobedient. And Mandy was going to be taught yet another lesson..
Aaron had decreed to all of the staff at their weekly meeting – and had reiterated it to the grooms and trainers at their daily meeting – that nothing Mandy did wrong was ever to be overlooked; that she was to be severely reprimanded for any and all infractions of the rules, any and all hesitancy in doing exactly as she was told. So although he could have overlooked the fact that she’d tried to avoid the insertion of her pretty tail with one very tiny step, he wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to, so he wasn’t about to let it go. She was going to be punished harshly for even the smallest of mistakes. She needed that strictness, and he would gladly provide it for her.
And she was going to enjoy every horrible, humiliating second of it.
When they were through, the already generous globes of her breasts had been cinched tightly at the bottom and were therefore forced into a more exaggerated prominence than ever. Then Ted and Aaron assisted her out of the head stocks for just a short time, helping her to her feet to stand in a very specific place, where ankle stocks replaced the headstocks she was just in. Her arms were unbound then rebound around a thickish pole that was laid across her back, and secured into the wall on each side with a click, then her wrists were buckled into restraints that were attached to a thick leather garter belt. She was going nowhere, but her breasts, as always, were front and center… and huge and red throbbing already, only a few minutes after they’d been tied. She knew exactly how obscene her breasts looked – and how titillating she looked all bound as she was – because Aaron had put almost a whole wall of full length mirrors in her stall, and once he’d stepped out from in front of her, she was confronted head on with a picture of herself in that ignominious position. Somehow the bastard had figured out how much she hated to see what was being done to her – how shameful her current situation was with those obscenely bound breasts swelling up tautly within their restricted confines, still dripping gems and framed by gleaming gold and purple patent leather.
Ted stood to one side, his arms folded across his chest, no sympathy on his face at all for her plight. In fact, he was almost grinning at the sight of her.
Aaron stood in front of her, a thin rod in his hand, less than half an inch thick and probably a foot to a foot and a half long that looked like a director’s baton. “You’re going to be wearing a ponygirl tail quite often from now on, Mandy. Maybe the next time one is given to you, you will remain still for its insertion.” He reached out and slowly pulled off each of those clamping tassels the hard way – without releasing the pressure, just pulling back on the large, teardrop gem itself – oh, God, that hurt! “You’re going to find out right now that there are more ways to punish you than just to blister that naughty bottom of yours.”
And then that little stick began to fall on those swollen globes, and she began to howl with the agony it created from the outset.
It felt rapidly and unforgivingly. Aaron’s face was entirely passive throughout – the exact opposite of Mandy’s. The only part of her body that she could move was her head, and she thrashed it about in earnest, but there was no possible way for her to avoid those sharp, stinging blows as they snapped down on her rapidly reddening fleshy spheres. Not only did the little baton leave thin welts criss-crossing all over her poor captive breasts, but any such blows only emphasized how tightly restricted they were – and they were swelling painfully, just because they were bound. The skin of those straining globes was so taut that each vicious stripe he issued threatened to split them wide open – but of course, that was not going to happen. Nothing that traumatic was going to rescue her from watching herself – even inadvertently – be subjected to this severe session of breast discipline. Aaron had gotten an “A” in that class in grooms’ training. He enjoyed punishing a mare’s udders enormously, although it had still been Ted’s idea, originally, about the binding. Aaron had been the first one to put them together in this most satisfying manner. It certainly satisfied the grooms plenty, and it always did the trick on a disobedient ponygirl.
He didn’t neglect those already sore nipples, either. He had another implement just for them; it was a smallish paddle-like thing with a raised ridge down the middle. Aaron was an expert marksman with it, and he brought it crashing down on her defiantly peaked nipples over and over until they, too, had swollen horribly and were an abnormal shade of ruby red – but that didn’t stop or even slow him. He gave it to those naughty nipples but good, and then he switched back to the baton and positioned it beneath her distorted breasts to flex his whole arm up so as to catch the virgin undersides of her breasts.
It was about this point in her punishment that Ted circled behind her and slipped his hand between her bottom cheeks, lifting that well-lodged tail and pulling just a little as a humiliating reminder of its presence up inside her bowels and why she found herself in her current state of abject misery. The stocks kept her legs well spread for just this ease of access to any orifice her groom might desire. His fingers explored and probed purposefully, and Mandy could see that he’d nodded his head at Aaron as soon as he discovered how wet she was.
And she was mighty wet.
Aaron and Ted had both smiled with satisfaction and then continued their dual purposes -
Aaron snapped that nasty rod up to raise more welts on the bottoms of her breasts, catching them both at the same time, and Ted rooted around more between her legs, seeking and finding her ever-swollen clitty to rub and pinch it as she moaned and yelped with a horribly familiar combination of pain and pleasure.
Aaron did not allow any part of her vulnerable udders to escape him – he lathered the top, sides, and bottom of them, as well as her pouty nipples, and then he started again. Ted dedicated himself to pleasuring her with the same single-minded determination, but he stopped when Aaron stopped – not too far shy of completion for her.
