as she’d felt. Then Aaron had taken her back in his arms and just rocked her there for a minute, stroking his hand down her flank possessively and telling her what a good ponygirl she was.
Mandy couldn’t hug them back, of course, but she adored being held – she hadn’t realized how much she missed that kind of contact. And it didn’t really matter to them whether she wanted to be hugged – or bred or paddled – or not. It was simply another thing they did to her, but Mandy worried about how happy she was to have pleased them finally, and how much she wanted to please them. She was terrified that her personality was changing; that her drive to succeed in whatever environment she was put into was working against her, and her sexual predilection towards submission and masochism wasn’t helping her any. She refused to admit that she was getting to like this lifestyle. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
Of course, she still got punished with alarming regularity – she was always doing something wrong. Until now, Aaron was the only man who had serviced her. Aaron was trying to impregnate her. But, as a ponygirl, she had to learn to be handled by other men without flinching – without resisting in any way – especially the judges in a ring, who would disqualify her in an instant if they saw any signs of rebellion. This point brought her a whole new field of welts across her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Her introduction to this concept was quite brutal: she was put at “attention” – arms bound behind her, breasts, of course, thrust out before her, in a harness but not attached to a sulky, wearing pony hooves but not hobbled, head back, eyes straight ahead. Aaron had given her a general idea of what was coming and a very specific list of what was expected of her – it was things she’d heard a lot before: “A pony girl always stood still whenever she was being touched or serviced or inspected by any man at all. Any man
– a hand, a groom, a trainer, a potential owner, a judge, etc. She did not flinch, she did not move, she did not fidget or cry out in any way. She adopted any position they required quickly and without delay.” He and Ted stood behind her, stiff leather straps at the ready as a succession of grooms she had seen around the barn came up to her and deliberately hefted and fondled her breasts, often cruelly twisting her nipples just to see if they could get a reaction out of her. Each man looked directly into her eyes each time, and she was expected to simply stare straight ahead
– not look up or down.
The first several men merely did that – touched and massaged her breasts in that painful manner they seemed to all have. The next few did that as well as running their hands over her body, pinching various places as if they were looking to buy her. Mandy definitely felt like a horse or a slave at auction. One of them made her open her mouth very wide so he could inspect her teeth, poking her tongue and touching her teeth with his big callused finger. She bore all of this in stoic silence, although she did cough and choke a little afterwards, but she wasn’t punished for that reaction, in fact Ted went and got her a glass of water to help her recover, and then it was back to attention and more groping.
Eventually, she ordered to “bend and display”, which meant she was bent over at the waist so that one such pretend judge or buyer could squat behind her and inspect her most private area. This she had an understandably hard time tolerating – understandably anywhere else but at Generations Stables, at least – and when she balked – jerking upright with a loud squeal and taking several steps away from him – Ted and Aaron caught her upper arms, bent her at the waist again, and let loose with those awful leather straps on her bare butt.
“What did we tell you about not moving while you’re being presented and inspected?”
Aaron scolded under his breath. He was putting all of his considerable strength into the whacks he was delivering to the naughty girl in front of him.
“A good ponygirl remains quiet and still during an inspection. She makes no sounds, and takes no steps except those that are ordered by her handlers,” Ted added, laying a particularly vicious stroke along the underside of her bottom and making that full, dense flesh wobble beautifully until Aaron’s next smack landed, which sent it jiggling again in a different direction.
Only when they felt any resistance had been thoroughly and completely conquered did they pull her back up and stand her at attention again, tears still dripping down onto those magnificent udders. The next man to walk up to her was a groom from the foaling stables that Aaron was sure she didn’t know. He tensed, waiting for her reaction. The first thing he did was wipe away the tears on her cheeks. Evan was an extremely good man, or he would never have made it into the foaling barn. Those guys were highly trained experts at assisting a mare in foal, calming their fears, and assisting in the birth.
Drugs were only used in a birth at Generations if the ponygirl’s obstetrician truly thought they were necessary – and that was not very often. Aaron employed a veritable army of medical personnel – indeed, the medical costs of maintaining this particular operation were astronomical; there weren’t any HMOs that covered ponygirls. From the moment they were diagnosed as being with foal, the ponygirl was assigned a medical team who saw her through the entire gestational period, so their personal medical team got to know the mare and any medical conditions she might have as well as her temperament and pain tolerance. The mare was given daily medical attention, but her additional groom was also a physician’s assistant, specially trained in obstetrics and gynecology.
Evan followed the path of those tears down to her breasts, licking the tears away there, then suckling gently at her incredibly tight nipples, lifting the udder up to latch onto the mare’s teat with as complete a seal as he could, mimicking the way a foal nursed. Mandy drew a deep breath and released it in a choppy, convulsive manner, but she didn’t move or resist, or even whimper, although she certainly wanted to. What he was doing to her made her skin flush hot, and this strange man made her want even more. A sex flush appeared on her chest above where his head was.
“She likes that, Evan,” Aaron said loudly, and there were a few deep chuckles from the men around them.
He switched nipples eagerly, while rolling and pinching the nipple he’d left wet and hard. When she started to breathe heavily, he stopped and stood, moving behind her as Aaron and Ted came to her head, each having exchanged the leather implement for those thin, deadly batons.
“Bend and display,” Ted commanded. Aaron gave a sharp tug on the reins, and she bent over from the waist, legs well spread, supported at the shoulders by their hands so that her breasts hung down beneath her.
As he squatted behind her, Evan clapped his hands and rubbed them together to warm them up, then he placed his palms on her roasted bottom and used his thumbs to gently pull apart her vaginal lips. He wasn’t being in the least hurtful, but Mandy hated the idea that she was being so closely inspected by a man she didn’t even know! A soft whimper escaped her lips, and Ted immediately let fly with his baton on the side and underside of her right breast, lancing welts into her five different times. Then he stood again and went back to supporting her shoulder as if nothing had happened.
Evan hadn’t moved – he still held Mandy spread wide open. She heard something snapping behind her, and felt a slickened, gloved hand reach to the front of the area between her legs to gently pinch and fondle her, deliberately exciting her, feeling along her outer then inner lips, inspecting the rim of her vagina and then very deliberately and slowly removing her pony tail to test and poke at her bottom hole, but not violating it before he stood up and peeled off the glove.
Mandy was incredibly relieved that he had not done something even more mortifying than what she had already been subjected to, like pressing his finger into her bottom or her pussy
… She wanted to sob out loud. How could she stand a lifetime of this?
A few minutes later, he squatted again, using the same thumb-prying technique to pull apart her inner lips. “Yep. She’s responding.”
“Excellent. I kind of thought she would.” Aaron said, helping her back up to attention as a couple of them men whistled upon hearing Evan’s pronouncement.
About ten more men, Mandy guessed, were allowed to grope and fondle and molest and inspect her – some of them knelt behind her and used flashlights to look at her bottom and her pussy, like Aaron had while she was healing from being bred! But finally, it was done, and she was being led back to her stall for some lunch and rest. She was shaking and shivering from reaction and Aaron patted her arm encouragingly. “For a first time, Mandy, you did pretty well.”
The flesh of her breast and bottom wouldn’t necessarily agree with that assessment. Every muscle in her body hurt, too. She wondered if she wasn’t coming down with something, but there was no real way to tell anyone.
Evan stopped Aaron as he and Ted were leading Mandy out of the ring. “Has she had her ob/gyn done yet?”
“Only a baseline when she came in,” Aaron answered, stroking Mandy’s back absently.
“If she’s being bred already, she needs a regular and a pap.”
