like fountain came up through the grooming platform so that any mare that got thirsty while she was being seen to could have a drink, and Mandy was no exception. Both Ted and Aaron encouraged her to eat and drink as much as she could, although neither of them got more than three or so spoonfuls of yogurt into her before she hung her head as far down as she could in exhaustion.
They groomed her together, one starting at the head, one at the tail. No inch of her was spared the loofa, which, when Ted reached her swollen, bruised bottom made her groan and buck listlessly even as her face was being very gently washed. Her teeth were brushed and her face was lotioned, hair brushed then washed, toweled dried then put into a bun for training purposes. Her privates had never been so clean – Ted was scrupulous about making sure that his girls were excruciatingly clean there. Her breasts and nipples were attended to rather roughly, she thought, her nipples in particular were scraped over repeatedly with something that felt like sandpaper. It was awful.
Then she was massaged by the both of them, one on either side, which felt wonderful. As they worked their way to the midpoint of her body, they passed a familiar white and black bottle back and forth. Mandy recognized the bottle just as each of them grabbed a breast. Udder cream! Her breasts and nipples got a good fifteen minutes worth of attention in and of themselves, not unlike the massage they had gotten yesterday at Aaron’s hands. They were made sore and very, very sensitive, along with her nipples which had already seen their share of abuse, which were pulled and stretched and twisted, almost as if she was being milked, and left hard and pointed and aching for more as they moved down to her hindquarters. Her bottom was massaged most vigorously, making her arch and cry out from their fingers on her multiple welts, but it kind of felt good, too, in a weird way. Two sets of digits worked themselves between her spread legs to find her already swollen clitty and massage it gently to attention, then they each worked their way down a leg to her feet, where her toenails were trimmed closely and each individual toe was massaged.
When they were done with the actual massage, Ted moved back to her breasts and did begin to milk her, mimicking the way a farmer would milk a cow, twisting and pulling and hurting her nipples and squeezing her breasts quite roughly, both at the same time.
Aaron moved to her pussy and put his fingers over her clit, rubbing her steadily and watching avidly as she was brought to a heaving, moaning morning climax despite – or, in her case probably because of -the harsh discipline she had just received. “Good girl, Mandy,” both men praised at the same time. Ted patted her flank absently, but neither of them moved from their spots until every last contraction had been milked from her body.
The last thing they did to her – or rather Aaron did – was take her temperature rectally with a very long, thickish thermometer which looked like a candy thermometer. It was eased into her bottom slick as a whistle, the same way those awful “pills” of theirs were last night, and she didn’t know how long it stayed in there, but it was too long for her – she hated being held open like that in her bottom.
“Excellent work, Ted,” Aaron said, once he’d extracted it from her butt and read it, cleaning it then putting it away with all of the grooming things.
They worked in silence for a few minutes setting the stall to rights, then they each released an ankle and extended her leg back, just like a farrier shoeing a horse, enclosing her whole foot and leg – to just below her knee – in something very heavy and boot-like that laced up the front and zipped up the side until it clasped her calf and foot like a second skin – a very heavy, awkward skin.
When the grooming platform was returned to floor level, Mandy was helped to her feet, although her head was still cross tied, it had been raised some. Her arms were once again bound behind her, the thumbless mittens still in place. Aaron released one rein into his hand and then the other, grabbing them well up by her head and allowing her to stand – or really totter, because the boots they had put on her feet made her balance largely on her tiptoes and she was terribly afraid she might fall. “Stand proud, Mandy – head up, breasts out.”
Ted stood in front of her, shaking his head. “Man, she’s a gorgeous piece of horseflesh, even without all the folderol they want in the ring!” He reached out and grabbed a wobbling breast in each hand and shook it. “Just look at these udders! Think of when they’re full of milk
– she’s gonna be a fantastic brood mare.”
Aaron let his hand wander down her flank and over her bumpy bottom, squeezing gently.
“Remember your manners, Mandy,” he reminded sternly. “And when you walk, you are to pick those knees up high and look only straight ahead. And throw your udders out well in front of you. They’re the first thing anyone is going to notice about you until your mane is let loose. Make the men want to touch your boobies – they will, and you will not object to it. Your udders are there to be massage and squeezed and your little teats are there to be pinched and pulled hard
– especially once your milk comes in once you’ve been successfully bred.
“Walk proud,” he ordered, clucking to her with his tongue.
Ted criticized – and swatted her sharply – as did Aaron, as she walked. Somehow, they each seemed to have a paddle in their hands, which they applied liberally to her bottom when she erred. “Bring those knees high up with each step, Mandy. Do it,” Ted encouraged, smacking away at her bottom while she tried to do as he said and as Aaron said, trying but failing miserably to avoid any more torture to her aching butt cheeks.
Mandy was still very involved in trying to remember everything they were saying to her
– and especially what they were whacking her for – but she also noticed something on this trip that she hadn’t noticed when she was lead into her stall for the first time – there were mirrors everywhere , emphasizing just how nude and vulnerable she was, and how lasciviously she was displayed as she walked head-on towards another huge mirrored wall!
“Don’t fall behind, Mandy,” Aaron scolded, thwacking her soundly several times to help her remember when she became so absorbed in her absurd appearance that she almost stopped walking. When she turned on her way into the training ring, she caught a glimpse of the state of her own bottom – it looked like she’d been beaten to within an inch of her life. Somehow just seeing it made it hurt more.
By the time they got to where they were going, which was the training paddock, her bottom was in an even more atrocious state than when they’d left and her thigh and calf muscles were killing her as well as her shoulders. She had not just one groom attending to her disciplinary needs, but two who were very quick to use their implements on her at the slightest notion, and they continued to do so during her forty-five minute first training session, which really only consisted of learning to walk correctly while being led around. Luckily, Mandy caught on fairly easily – well, she learned what was expected of her, anyway, not that she always remembered to do it, but one of them always remembered to remind her quite sharply.
Finally, she set free in a big clean white-fenced paddock, those horrible boots still on her feet, of course, making her stumble and her feet hurt, and her arms still bound tightly behind her back making a lewd display of her breasts. Her bridle was still on, but there were no reins attached.
Mandy could see that there was a group of women – women ponies – at the far end of the fence, but she was in no hurry to join them, nor did she want them coming near her, but, of course, they did all at once, until high and mighty Mandy – who wasn’t feeling anywhere near as high and mighty as she usually did – was backed right into a corner. Aaron and Ted were only a few steps away, watching the action with great interest.
The other ponies, having been there for over a year at least, all of them, did not have their hands bound behind their backs like she did, nor were they hobbled as she was. Mandy felt ashamed that she was presenting her breasts to them in such a flagrant and embarrassing manner. Merry – short for Merryweather – was the closest thing there was to a leader of the fillies that were out there. She was the oldest one there and was currently in a breeding program that put her with one particular stallion that Aaron owned because he hoped that their bright blonde coloring would reappear in any foals. Merry reached out to touch the newcomer, in a gesture that was purely intended to offer comfort, but Mandy managed – somehow, and no one knew exactly how – to growl at Merry, deep in her throat, sending the majority of the ponies skittering away. But Merry merely took a step back and stayed.
Ted burst out laughing, not particularly concerned about anyone’s safety. The mares in the herd in front of Mandy were all settled brood mares who wanted to be nothing but kind to her, and Mandy was essentially neutered by her restraints and hobbles. “How the hell’d she do that?”
Aaron was wearing a surprised grin himself. “Dunno. Mandy’s full of surprises.”
Several hands and grooms appeared to watch the show. “You got your hands full with that little filly, don’cha, Boss?” Ronny teased, and the other men laughed.
Debbie, who had just been released into the paddock by her groom, Eric, after her own first training period,
