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.
Mandy let out a squeal that was part relief that there would be no more welts raised on those abused titties of hers, but also part aggravation that Ted had left her hanging – she didn’t know which situation was worse – the stinging, burning bee-stung agony of her breasts and nipples, or the achey, agonizing itch to come between her legs. Seconds later, she found herself back on her hands and knees, her head in the stock again – bucking and arching and trying desperately to get out of it as her arms were bound behind her and away from her body – almost as if she was going to be bred – in a position that left those poor tortured breasts hanging down, still within their cruel bindings, making the blood throb through them in the worst pain she had experienced to date.
Aaron hunkered down beside her as the tears tracked down her cheeks. In truth, Mandy was in such aching pain that she couldn’t even moan or groan – the pain in her distended mammaries having eclipsed any pleasure from Ted’s molestation of her pussy. “Now, Mandy, you know that naughty ponygirls in my Stables get punished when they disobey. And you know that you get punished worse than anyone else, don’t you? So you’re going to have to stay like this for a half an hour.” As he spoke, he was reattaching those awful clamps. The condition her breasts and nipples were in made that an absolute agony, but all she could do was cry harder. Then he left her alone with her misery as he and Ted stood outside her stall and waited.
“I’ve never seen anyone like her, boss,” Ted whispered. “You came down on her pretty hard, and those udders are pretty torn up, but she just kept getting wetter through the whole thing!”
“Yeah, she’s an interesting mare, isn’t she?” Aaron was so rock hard he didn’t know if he could stand it. He thought he might have to relieve himself with her, but didn’t want to reward her in any way. He snorted to himself. As explosive as he felt right now, he probably wouldn’t last through the first stroke that carried him into her before spurting his load into her depths! God, she was so tight and wet and hot when he entered her – he’d still kept himself away from her mostly, though. Since he’d bred her for the first time he’d only taken her twice, just to make sure she had time to be completely healed, although he’d inspected her carefully and hadn’t found any evidence of infection or irritation.
Oh, God, those inspections were going to be the death of him, too! Twice a day after she’d been groomed, and again if he’d bred with her, he put her head down low and jacked her bottom up, using flashlights and mirrors and the instruments he trusted the most – his hands and his eyes – to check her out. Mandy hadn’t liked that at all – it had gotten her a good thrashing on her plump bottom afterwards for being excessively fidgety during an inspection.
For the entire half hour, every five minutes or so, one or the other of them went back into the stall to check her heavy, bursting udders to make sure there wouldn’t be any permanent damage. They looked terribly swollen and painful, and indeed even if her agonized moans had died down to whispers, she began to whimper as soon as she saw them coming towards her because she knew they were going to handle those artificially plumped out boobs of hers, and they did, hefting them and pulling them, checking the bindings to make sure they hadn’t loosened at all as they were wont to do while a mare’s breasts were hanging down.
But she was fine for the whole half hour, as they’d known she would be, and when they both came in, Ted began to remove the strips of material while Aaron took out his engorged cock. The unrestricted flow of blood back into her breasts made Mandy groan and writhe with the exquisitely tortuous pain. After moving that luscious tail to one side and determining digitally that even this torture had made her body respond sexually – his fingers were literally drowned in her fluids – he drove into her with one stroke, making her grunt unbecomingly as her newly opened passage was forced to stretch widely to accommodate him as he plunged and withdrew fast and hard, one hand on her hip, the other pressing that terrible tail further into her in a deliberate rhythm with his own weapon, just to make sure his presence didn’t pop it out. All the while Ted was at her breasts. While Aaron was servicing her, he pulled the clamps off her nipples – the hard way – then began to milk and massage her vigorously, which disciplined her nicely because her breasts were already so painful, but it also helped to bring blood back into her flesh, which also hurt her well. It worked nicely all the way around as far as the Stables and her grooms were concerned.
Mandy was beside herself, tormented horribly by the pain in her big, misshapen breasts, but that rod he kept driving up inside her was an even worse threat to her sanity and the way even her bottom hole was occupied and raped – it felt astonishingly good to her, embarrassingly so, making her whole body suffuse with a bright blush at how warm the area around him was growing as he dragged himself in and out of her. She was starting to feel the way she felt when they “attended to her”, bringing her to multiple orgasms several times each day. Oh, God, was there nothing about this situation that didn’t make her want more – more rules, more punishment, more being… bred like an animal?
Just as that familiar tingle was beginning at the bottom of her spine as he slammed his unforgiving girth and length up into her three more times, his balls slapping against the sides of her pussy, but then he arched himself up against her and spent himself deep within her – and she was left – again – with no completion.
The rest of her day was much like the others, yet that much worse because not only was her bottom aflame but her breasts, too, as they danced up and down while she was forced to walk and trot on command. She was loosed with the other ponies with those abused boobs leading the way into the corner she always occupied, still bound as usual; it would be a while before Aaron would allow her the use of her arms around other ponies – more for their own protection than hers. But the others – except for Merry who seemed a glutton for punishment – still stayed away from her, which was exactly as she’d wanted it.
Once she had gotten walking and trotting down in full regalia, she was hooked up to an empty sulky at first – one that had no apparatus for sitting – just so she could become acquainted with how it felt to have something dragging along behind her, and so that she could get used to being guided by the longer dual reins. The bit was a little different – more elaborate – with a pair of reins attached to rings at the sides of her cheeks, and then another pair attached to the another set of rings that came down from the bit to just below her chin. This way Aaron had even more control over her head.
Both Ted and Aaron were supremely impressed with the way she handled herself in the sulky get-up, which was often frightening for a filly at first, but Mandy performed as if she was born to it… until Ted attached the bearing rein. A bearing rein was used on horses drawing smart carriages in the past – it forced the beautiful beasts to arch their necks while they pulled, which made a prettier display, but made it harder on the horses to do what was required of them. In the case of a pony girl, it pulled their heads back at a rather awkward angle, which appealed to the ponygirl owners and breeders because it accented the sleek lines of their bodies, packaged and paraded as they were, as well as putting those marvelous udders in magnificent relief as they wobbled and jiggled their way around the ring. Essentially, it forced the poor girl to lead with her chest, which did made it somewhat harder to pull.
Mandy had a terrible time of adjusting to it – she was thrown completely off stride. Aaron and Ted could both see that she was close to tears but they knew she was trying to please them, having enjoyed her earlier successes and the lavish praise it brought. Neither of them ever punished true effort. They stood in front of the proud, beautiful, yet agitated animal together, as a team, where they knew she could see them even with her blinders on. Ted caught her attention through the haze of her tears.
“Mandy.”
She focused her eyes on them, and watched with astonishment as they each cast their crops to the side. “We will help you learn to do this and you need have no fear of punishment as long as we see that you are genuinely trying to learn.” They both came very close to her, Aaron cupping a wet cheek and Ted a soft shoulder. “We know this isn’t easy and it’s an awkward stance, but we know you can do it and we will do everything we can to help you get it. If you can learn this, we believe you’ll walk out of that show ring with your conformation title on your first try out.”
And they did. The implements went right back into their hands as soon as the training sessions were over, but while she was trying to accustom herself to pulling the cart – eventually with Aaron in it and once with Aaron and Ted in it – she heard suggestions and encouragement and praise, and only felt very, very occasional hand smacks to her bottom. That first day when she tried so hard to please them and didn’t necessarily do the best job of it, once they’d gone around the ring a few times using helpful encouragement and praise, Aaron and Ted had gotten her out of the sulky contraption and had done something that made her cry harder than anything they’d done to her before – they’d hugged her tightly.
Aaron had done it first, pulling her into his arms and crushing her against him, whispering into her ear how proud he was of her and that she was going to knock them dead in the ring. Ted had done and said roughly the same thing, telling her how beautiful she’d looked, even though Mandy knew she’d looked as awkward and clumsy 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