Chapter 3

Jeff started spanking Ellie’s butt. He didn’t spank her as hard as I thought he could. Not even close. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Each swat would force my daughter’s head forward in his lap, and she would bite her lip.

I expected her to start masturbating right away, but instead, when her hands tried to reach between her legs, he moved them to the sides and forced her to give him access to her bubble butt.

I thought he would have if only to show his father and me that he could, but instead, he gave her the sort of hand spanking that a lover would, not intent on making her butt bruise so much as just warming it up for her.

After a dozen slaps, he traced the pinkness he’d caused, then slipped fingers between her legs and over her pussy, the tips actually penetrating her folds a little and making my daughter moan deep within her throat when he diddled her clit. Anytime she tried to touch herself, he stopped her.

He was checking to see if his own sister was lubricating with no hesitation at all! Then he returned to slapping her butt. “You may cum!”

Orgasm denial! I recognized it immediately. I got the impression that this was all Ellie’s idea. She enthusiastically began to rub her juicy pussy enthusiastically while grinding her pussy in her brother’s lap.

I imagined she had told him to spank her ass and prevent her from touching herself because it built up her desire, and then finally, giving her permission to have an orgasm was the ultimate pleasure. I knew that feeling well enough to know that my daughter probably stumbled on it and enjoyed it.

“Get yourself wet and finger your ass! It’s time!” Jeff said. He continued to smack her ass around her probing fingers.

Ellie didn’t hesitate either. Her fingers went to her cunt, and she began to play with herself while her brother continued to slap all over her ass.

“Finger fuck yourself, Dancer,” he ordered, then lifted his hand towards Steve, indicating Steve should hand over the butt plug. Steve handed it over without his eyes leaving what Ellie was doing to herself in front of him.

Jeff didn’t seem at all uncomfortable instructing his sister to masturbate, nor that she was doing it while lying over him. I couldn’t tell from the angle, but I was certain Jeff’s erection was pressed against his sister’s tummy through his pants.

I assumed this might be mortifying for either of them to do in front of us, and yet they carried on with their ritual openly and without concern that her parents, the store owner, and his assistant were watching.

“Gah, I am ready, fuck my juicy cunt with it and get it all juiced up, Jeff. I’m good and wet,” she said unnecessarily. We could all see and smell her juices dripping down her thigh as she brought herself to ecstasy and offered her pussy to her brother.

I could see and hear how wet she was. I had worn my pony regalia around my kids, but I had never diddled myself around them. I couldn’t imagine doing it this casually in front of either of them. I wondered if they just tuned us all out or if they really didn’t care what we thought of them.

Jeff didn’t immediately fuck his sister’s cunt with the toy. Instead, he went back to peppering her bottom with light spanks for a minute first. He wasn’t gentle either when he did push the toy between her wet pussy lips, and he didn’t have to wiggle it around to find her channel.

It was like he instinctively knew where her hole was, and he just drove it home all the way with one push. Home it went before he began sawing it in and out of the elasticity around his older sister’s asshole. Her tummy quivered over his lap as she allowed him to work it in and out of her butt without fully removing the plug.

“Oh god, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” my daughter smiled through the sensation.

Seeing my daughter fucked so casually by her bother wielding a sex toy was about as sexual as it gets. Hearing her gasp and moan in pleasure was really turning me on despite who it was I was watching. A glance at Peter’s crotch showed it wasn’t just me who was reacting to the scene.

“Go, bro! Jam that fucker in my ass! Hard!” Ellie said, sounding like a proper slut. “Just do it, I am ready,” she plucked a finger from her asshole and held her cheeks apart for him.

Jeff didn’t need to be told twice, although he shouldn’t have done what she asked. He should have let his sister relax her sphincter and eased just the tip in, but he positioned the tip against her anus and really pushed hard, making Ellie scream like a banshee. The plug did go almost all the way in with that shove, though.

“Is it in?” Ellie gasped.

“Nope, not yet. Your ass is too tight. I’ve told you that before,” Jeff replied calmly, not freaked at her screams.

Please push harder, Jeff! I am so close! Oh god, It’s so biggggggg!” Ellie begged.

Two thoughts struck me at the same time, hearing Ellie’s plea.

First, she had to be in a lot of pain, but she almost didn’t care. She was clearly going to get the massive plug in her ass if it tore her up doing it. Secondly, it seemed like she was trying to reach climax simultaneously to having the plug seated into her asshole.

I still remember calling Peter a son of a bitch when he’d first insisted that ponygirls had to have tails and had far more gently worked a starter plug into my ass.

Peter remained silent, observing without comment.

If this was all a game to Ellie, she was adhering to the rules and taking it seriously. The only thing that she did not do was call him “Sir,” which a good pony should do when addressing a trainer or groom.

Jeff then did something else I hadn’t expected. He reached around his sister and grabbed a nipple between thumb and finger, cruelly pinching and twisting it, making Ellie scream again. With the heel of his free hand, he hammered on the plug as hard as he could, pushing the last inch into her rectum. She didn’t fight him or even remove her hands from her cheeks. She bucked a little in his lap and suppressed the pain but bit her lip and soaked it up.

“Houston, the plug has landed,” he joked, letting go of Ellie’s nipple and patting her head like she was a puppy. After giving her a moment, he said, “Stand!”

Ellie was a little shaky on her feet. My daughter’s cunt was puffy and her nipples were engorged when she stood, and it was clear to me she was very aroused. Her tortured expression from the harsh installation of the butt plug quickly faded.

Still, she remembered to stand with her wrists crossed behind her as though bound. It wasn’t something we’d done in Peter’s absence, but she’d seen me stand like that for Peter, and she was simply copying me.

“Did you cum?”

“I was close!” Ellie smiled at Jeff to indicate that it was better than nothing.

“Did I do it the way you like?” he asked. That confirmed my suspicion that Ellie had taught her little brother to turn her screws.

She leaned down, hugged him, kissed his cheek, and let her long, dark hair fall on his head. “You blew my mind, little brother.”

“Good, Stand!”

Jeff seemed to know it was his job as a groom wannabe to dress his older sister, and Ellie showed no hesitation in allowing him to fit the bridle, bit, and headdress to her head. I was not sure that Jeff was fully in charge of his sister, but she obeyed him like he was when he gave her commands.

My daughter stood there passively as he fitted the bridle’s leather straps that bisected her pretty features with a small smile, probably imagining what she’d look like, all dressed in her own pony gear.

She accepted the bit with grace and aplomb, too. I’ve seen some ponygirls chomp their bit, trying to make it more comfortable, but Ellie looked like she’d been born with this one in her mouth.

More surprising to me was that she didn’t seem to find the way he strapped the harness to her body with a fair amount of intimate touching a problem, even when he repositioned her breasts and freed a cunt flap that had gotten caught in the straps between her legs. It’s something she could easily have donned by herself.

I probably would have felt a little squeamish about my son touching me the way he was touching Ellie. That’s really saying something, considering that probably hundreds of men’s hands had been on me over the years, just never a family member’s, unless you counted Jeff’s massages.

Ellie even rested a hand on his shoulder while he got down on his knees to encase her legs in the boots. Those were something else as well. Mine are hoof heels - they leave a horseshoe-shaped tread in the dirt when worn in tourneys. These were simply spiked heels - not something a ponygirl usually wore, but all Steve had, and they really worked for Ellie.

In a way, they gave off a dominatrix vibe rather than a ponygirl one, but they were certainly towering heels that made Ellie a good six inches taller and forced her onto her toes. If there’s one thing Steve’s particularly good at, is judging shoe size. They were spot on. Even knowing they were leather, they had a super-shiny latex look to them. I immediately wondered if maybe she’d loan them to me!

The last items were the gloves, which matched the shiny black leather of the boots. Steve pointed out that one feature of the gloves was the grommets placed equidistant up the sleeves. These grommet holes, he said, would allow padlocks to be used, turning them into an armbinder. My armbinder at home has no individual fingers like these gloves, although the individual fingers don’t really detract from the overall look.

This armbinder was intended to lock the elbows together behind the back and give the impression of angel or butterfly wings.

I couldn’t help but think of how they’d look on me. I could imagine myself covered in baby oil with my arms bound behind my back and my tits exposed. I could picture my husband titty fucking me and climaxing on my tits. I was getting quite aroused by the mental image.

Overall, Ellie looked stunning just standing there. If anything, I was torn between being a proud mom and being a jealous bitch. How Peter would be able to stand training her without at least considering mounting her despite her being his daughter was going to be the real test.

Then when she casually flexed a single butt cheek and swished her tail, I had to admit to myself that it no longer looked too long on her despite falling almost to her ankles.

I could easily see that Jeff certainly had wood by the time he finished, and she wasn’t even made up yet. Bright red lipstick and heavy smokey eye makeup would perfectly compliment the outfit and add a couple of years to her since she really should have been twenty one to compete at Camp Crucible.

“Whew, God, she’s hot, Pete. I’d give you the lot for free if_”

“My daughter, Steve,” Peter reminded the store owner again, although he sounded like it was disappointing to him as well. I would have gladly fucked Pete for a 20% discount on the stuff if my husband had told me to fuck him. However, I’ve fucked Pete many times in the past just for the heck of it.

I wasn’t sure how I would feel if my kids ever found out just how frequently I fuck my husband’s friends and sometimes total strangers. I wasn’t sure if they would think less of me, but I really do love sex, and I was super horny after watching that intense scene unfold.

“Yeah ... oh, by the way, I don’t have any in stock at the moment, but the hookups are right there on the bridle for blinders, too. They’d be an extra $49.95 if you want me to order them,” Steve said helpfully.

“Do it. It’d be a waste not to go the extra step. And I’ll need a matching glossy black bikini, too. Vegas requires at least a thong, but looking like that, she’s practically begging to be molested...” Peter stopped himself, cleared his throat, and started again. “They require her cunt be covered in the convention center.”

“Sure, sure. You know I have a flesh-colored bikini that will blend with her complexion if you want her to look naked without her actually being naked?”

“No. Certainly not. It can be a small bikini, but it needs to completely cover cunt and nipples,” Peter insisted. “I’m not going to fight guys off my little girl.”

“Not so fucking little, bud!” Steve disagreed before making another couple of suggestions.

“Are you getting her a collar? I know usually that it’s something that has to be earned, but since she’s already your kid, you might want to consider it ... to ... well, you know how some of these guys are around a sl ... I mean a woman without one. They’ll think she’s on the market ... ya know? She’s not, right?”

I know that Jeff was talking about a slave. I think Peter wasn’t ready to think of his daughter as his slave. I would consider myself a submissive and not a slave. A slave can be sold or given away permanently and is truly property. My relationship with my husband, though, often borders on that sort of deep commitment.

It wasn’t something we discussed frequently. We had met many couples where the women (or sometimes the men) felt very passionately about being their spouse’s slave and were quite at home with it.

Peter shot him a look that said he was walking on thin ice.

“I’m just saying, I know the score and couldn’t help wondering. Oh, I almost forgot. Are you wanting a riding crop? We have a new thing that came In a few weeks ago. You can get a personalized one for her with her name printed down the shaft for $49.95. To make her feel fully accessorized.”

“If you don’t get it, Dad, I’ll pay for it!” Jeff volunteered, causing everyone to look at him, even Ellie, who should have been standing with eyes in front.

Ellie’s expression suggested she was grateful to Jeff for suggesting it. It made me a little uncomfortable to think of my daughter wanting a discipline tool with her own name on it. She’s too young to be ... well, I don’t know. She is just too young to be coveting things that could be used to discipline her.

“In for a penny ... I guess. One crop with Ellie inscribed on it then, too.”

“Dancer, dad. Her pony persona is Dancer. She’s not your daughter; she’s a ponygirl if you haven’t noticed. You may as well reinforce that so she doesn’t get bent out of shape when you use it on her. We’ve, I mean Dancer and I, talked about that. You can whip the snot out of Dancer, but not your daughter. That’d just be ... wrong,” Jeff advised his father.

“Hmmm. I suppose you have a point. Okay, Dancer it is. But no matter which way you slice it, your sister is wearing $500.00 of gear, and adding the blinders and crop, that’s practically $600.00, not even counting the cost of a bikini, probably another $49.95,” he said, looking at Steve.

“79.95, Steve replied.

“Okay, whatever. If this is a phase, I’m going to be pretty pissed, Womble.”

“She wears mom’s gear, so there’s no reason mom couldn’t wear this if she changes her mind, but why don’t you have her make a down payment on it?”

“Your sister probably has less in the bank than you, Champ,” Peter chuckled at the idea of Ellie paying part of the cost.

“I mean with her body. A $50.00 deposit with her boobs and a $100.00 deposit with her cunt.”

“Jeffrey!” Peter scolded his son. “Your sister is NOT a whore!”

“Noooooo. I mean, ask her if she’ll take a beating on her boobs or cunt with her new crop! I’m sure she doesn’t expect It to be a decorative accessory anyway,” Jeff explained.

“I don’t know Ellie’s limits; I mean Dancer’s limits. I need to establish pain tolerance thresholds before something like that.”

My daughter stomped angrily and whinnied defiantly.

“Dancer is tough, Dad; she can take it!”

“Yeah, I saw how you spank son. I don’t mean to offend you, but I could have done more with a wet noodle. If that’s what your sister is used to, then I don’t think she’s prepared to use her body as a down payment. I will just say this. Dancer, if you decide you don’t want to train as a pony, that’s fine. That will be your choice, but if you do, then we put all this stuff away. There is no coming back. I won’t have you play for a week and then stop and play whenever you feel like it.”

Ellie nodded in agreement.

“Dancer, whinny once for no, twice for yes, you will be trained as a ponygirl, and you can always stop, but if you pull the ripcord and bail on me, I am not going to let you just waltz back in when you get a horny feeling. Pony training is more than just fancy steps and whips. There is service and submission and you will be getting trained daily.”

Ellie didn’t waste any time. She whinnied once.

“I guess_” Peter started to say.

Ellie whinnied again, seemingly struggling with the gag in her mouth to make a proper noise, and then finally blew out spit around the bit. “Proofffthhh” then stomped her spike-heeled foot for emphasis.

“Okay, I_” Peter started again.

“See? I’m telling you, Dancer wants to do this, and so do I!”

Peter didn’t ask Jeff to confirm or commit to being a groom. I think he just assumed that he would say that he wanted to stop if he ever decided that he wanted to do that.

“Okay, I guess we’re about done here. As soon as Ellie gets all this stuff off again, we can ring it up and the bikini and get everything bagged up. I’ll decide about using the crop on the way home.” Jeff just nodded agreement as if he, too, had a say. Then he asked another question.

“Can’t she wear her regalia home, Dad?” He asked, making Ellie nod a little. Not too much, but enough to agree with her brother without breaking character.

“She’s practically naked, son, and it’d be illegal.”

“C’mon, dad! There’s a picture in the photo album at home of Mom naked outside Home Depot! If it’s illegal for Dancer, it must have been just as illegal for Mom. Think of it as another way for Dancer to prove herself to you. I bet she just calmly steps right outside.

“That was taken many years ago, and we were there around six in the morning when the parking lot was nearly empty. It was foolish because there could have been families or total strangers who were offended, Son.”

I wanted to side with Ellie. I could see how excited she was. “It is street legal, dear,” I added in her defense. My daughter’s nipples, asshole, and cunt were not visible, but honestly, it was pretty sketchy.

Peter thought about it for a full minute while we got rung up by Steve’s assistant. He allowed Ellie to walk around the store outside of the changing area that we had been in. It was a typical adult fetish novelty store, so the customers weren’t entirely shocked to see her marching around.

Quite a few of them smiled and stared at her. I could tell Peter was proud that men were lusting after what he had. I had seen that look from him when he made me prance around in front of people in my pony regalia at BDSM events.

Steve also showed my husband a black collar similar to one that I often wear when I am in pony dress.

Peter looked at it for some time before nodding. Once again, Jeff put the additional gear on his sister. In my mind, the only thing the bikini did was draw attention to her girly parts. The bikini bottoms were so small there was a tuft of pubic hair poking out the top, and he cinched to top up so tightly Ellie’s breasts bulged.

No one in the store continued to shop. The half a dozen men who had been casually looking through the DVDS and the one or two other women who had been looking at sex toys stared at us while my daughter’s butt cheeks jiggled with every heavy step in her new high-heeled black boots.

“It’s going to take a while to get used to those,” I assured her.

Once Peter had paid Steve and gotten a receipt, Jeff followed his sister to the door. Somehow, my son had snuck in a leash with the collar, and he looked quite pleased with himself, holding the end.

“Fine, she can ride home in the car, but we aren’t stopping at Home Depot OR Brandt’s hardware,” my husband grinned with pride. The car was just outside. It seemed fairly risqué to go outside in broad daylight, but Steve’s store is in a rundown plaza, and the only people who might have seen her would have been customers coming to the store.

I waved goodbye to Steve as we left. “Wait a minute, what about a blowjob Carmen?” Steve asked abruptly as I was walking out. I felt like a second fiddle to my own daughter and an afterthought.

“You should have asked my husband when you had a chance, Steve,” I smiled as I walked away. I would have liked to have sucked his dick. Steve has a nice cock, and he can hold out a little while before cumming. I didn’t even tell my husband what Steve had asked me when I sat down in the front seat next to him.

The ride home was very quiet, with Ellie dribbling spit down her chest as she sat next to her brother in the backseat. I got the impression that she might be playing with his cock, and I didn’t look in the backseat to find out.

Ellie wasn’t as confident turning or walking as she had been standing still. She had a lot yet to learn about walking in heels, much less high stepping. Ellie promptly went inside and remained in her outfit, except Jeff removed the bits that hid her pussy and nipples.

She looked happy and not at all embarrassed being seen nude around the rest of her family. I felt awkward because I was usually the one in pony regalia, and most of the time, I kept on the nipple padding and the bottoms around my kids.

She high-stepped across the room to her father, me, came smoothly to a halt, neighed, stomped one foot, and then twitched her tail as if it were simply a part of her. Peter guided her, and his attention was strictly focused on our daughter.

I watched for a few minutes and admired my daughter’s body and form, and how Peter could be so exacting and demanding.