Chapter 10

My Friday session at Mistress Lyn’s house is split between doing housework and preparing for my first day’s work as a pony girl at The Manor. As usual, I’m required to wear my maid’s uniform with my arse exposed while I carry out the housework. There’s plenty to do. Friday is when Mistress wants her bedding changing and washing. That’s in addition to dusting and cleaning all the upstairs rooms, and giving the bathroom a thorough clean. I start work at her house shortly after I see Tom off to work. By midday I’ve completed the chores to Mistress Lyn’s satisfaction.

We practise my knowledge of the ‘presentation positions’ before lunch. I make one mistake out of the twenty commands Mistress Lyn gives me. That means four strokes of the cane if I accept delivery of my punishment now. Deferring my punishment until later will double the penalty. I dutifully bend over the arm of the couch and Mistress Lyn promptly delivers my punishment. She isn’t gentle in the use of her cane, and the pain of each stroke is enough to make me want to avoid being punished. Tom’s reaction when he sees the welts on my arse will be the only positive side to receiving a caning. As much as I enjoy our sex on those occasions, I still prefer to avoid the caning in the first place.

I eat lunch standing up, since my punishment is still too recent to allow me to sit down. I suspect Mistress Lyn times these practise sessions to leave my arse tender at meal times. Of course, I could defer any punishment until after a meal at the cost of doubling the number of strokes. It’s a devil’s trade-off and I have so far chosen to take a lesser number of strokes every time.

“This afternoon we will practise your ability to serve drinks while wearing your harness and tray,” says Mistress.

As soon as I’ve cleared up after lunch, I fetch the leather harness and tray we brought back from The Manor. Mistress has me remove my maid’s outfit, which means that I must practise while I’m naked. She helps me into the harness and tightens the straps. Finally she uses a pair of handcuffs to lock my hands behind my back and she clips the tray into place.

“We’ll try this in your bare feet first,” says Mistress, as she places four paper cups three-quarters filled with water onto my tray. “Walk to the back door and back again.”

My route means navigating a set of three steps up between the living room and the kitchen. I realise that the trick to not spilling the drinks is to maintain a good balance and not to swing my hips. It is relatively easy to carry the drinks in my bare feet, but I don’t fool myself into believing it will be as easy in my full pony girl outfit.

I complete the course with only a tiny puddle on the tray from when I accidentally knocked into the handrail next to the steps. The fullest cup has slopped some water over the rim and onto the tray. The cups stay upright and Mistress seems happy with my effort.

We repeat the exercise another three times with perfect results. Then Mistress has me put on the high-heeled shoes she asked me to bring with me this morning. The heels are narrower and shorter than those on my pony girl boots, but these shoes are the closest match that I can provide. I repeat the same course and notice the water is sloshing a lot more than before. Fortunately it all remains in the cups. By keeping a steady pace, I manage to minimise the sloshing effect and I reach the back door without incident. Coming back is another matter. Without the use of my arms to steady myself, I have difficulty navigating the stairs down in my high heels. I’m careful not to stumble and fall, but my attention is diverted away from keeping the cups steady. Consequently I initially fail to notice that two of the cups are spilling some of their contents. When I see what is happening, I over-correct, and send one of the cups over the edge of the tray. I feel such a failure, but Mistress Lyn doesn’t chastise me beyond telling me that I’ve earned two strokes of her cane.