Chapter 2

It seemed only a few minutes later that my trainer Philip walked into my stable and pulled the blanket off me. “Wake up Pony, time to start a new day.” He bent down and, using a special key, released the steel ring around my neck. He gave me his hand and lifted me to my feet. My body ached all over from the excesses of the previous day. “Follow me, Pony,” he snapped and we walked out of the box and headed towards the barn. When we got inside he stood me under the chains and attached the cuffs to my wrists and pulled the chains taut. “Let’s get your beating out of the way first.” he said, more gently now, “Now, do you want to scream or shall I gag you?”

“I’d like to scream, please Master,” I said, although I felt confident that, after the beating he had given me the previous night, I was unlikely to need to scream – the blows with the cane had not been too painful.

“Whatever you wish Pony,” he said. He walked to the wall where the canes and whips were, and then I saw him take down a cat o’nine tails – I had never seen one before and had no idea what it might do. Ten seconds later, as the thin leather strips tore into my buttocks, I knew – and I howled in total agony.

“Sorry Pony, you can’t change your mind once I’ve started.” The next blow was worse and I screamed again. The only good thing was that Philip did not hurry, so the number of blows I suffered in the ten minutes was not as many as with the cane, but the pain was much, much worse. By the end I was sobbing and screaming as the last blow ripped across the back of my thighs. As I hung by my wrists, Philip undid my pony boots and removed them, and then released my wrists from the chains.

“Well done Pony, just to let you know that I will only use the cat o’nine tails on you every few days. Now, time to wash you and get you ready for the day. Stand over there by the wall!” I went and stood where he indicated and he picked up the hose and aimed the jet at me – after the previous night I knew what to expect and actually enjoyed the sensation of ice cold water on me after the pain of the beating. Once he had soaked me, he came over and gently washed me, making sure to go gently over the weals where he had beaten me. Once he had rinsed me with the hose and dried me, he told me to go and lie on the massage bench at the side of the barn.

“This will reduce the pain and swelling of the beating,” he said as he poured a balm onto my buttocks and gently smoothed it onto me. “How was Lord Marlow last night – did you enjoy being buggered by him? Are you too sore in there – remember you have to wear your tail all day?”

“Actually Philip, I really enjoyed being buggered by him, although he was only the second cock I had ever had up there. Will you put my tail in now so I can see how it feels?”

Philip went and got the butt plug with my tail, and eased it up into my anus. Having worn it all the previous day had expanded my rectum and I had really enjoyed having Lord Marlow in there. When Philip helped me to my feet, I swished my tail and whinnied just like the real pony that I was starting to understand myself to be.

“One more thing Pony,” Philip said quickly. “during training days you don’t usually wear the full head gear, you have what we call your ‘day rig’.” He produced a set of thin leather straps, which fitted around my shoulders and breasts rather like a bra, except my breasts remained exposed. He then fitted two long reins onto the back to steer me with. “There you go Harriet, let’s go and get you some breakfast. Walk on.”

He steered me into the dining room we had used the previous evening, and there at the table were four ponies already, Christophe, Sally and two very young Ponygirls who I had seen the previous day, although they had not been in the ponygirl race. As soon as she saw me come in, Pony Sally let out a loud ‘horse whinny’ and jumped up from the table and came and rubbed the side of her head against mine in greeting, just like a real pony.

“Come and sit with me please, Pony Harriet, “she whispered, and I followed her to the table and sat down. I was introduced to Pony Michelle and Pony Madeleine – apparently Lord Marlow had imported them from France the previous week. He had met them in a brothel specialising in sodomy in Paris and recognised that they would have potential as ponies and so had purchased them from the Madame of the brothel and they had only just arrived and were just starting their training. They were both only just 18 and were building up their strength before they would be allowed to race. However, both of them had been servants the previous night and both of them had been used by several of the guests and their skills as experienced sodomites made them very popular with the guests all evening.

Christophe then said that he had enjoyed my Mistress who was very demanding – at first he was not sure he would have sufficient stamina to satisfy her, but then she had called another of the Ponyboys over and the two of them had shagged her on the floor, Christophe in her rear and the other Ponyboy fucking her cunt, and between them they had managed to keep fucking her for nearly two hours until she announced that she was satisfied.

There was a pause then, and then Pony Sally said, “I apologise to you, my fellow Ponies for my behaviour last night. I was very shocked at how brilliantly Pony Harriet ran in the race, and I was consumed with jealousy – I deserve the punishment I got. Last night I apologized to Harriet in private and now, I believe, we are really friends and I am looking forward to training with her this week.”

Christophe grinned at me and raised an eyebrow, but I just smiled and stroked Pony Sally’s thigh. “I love this Pony,” I said, “we are both going to teach each other a lot.”

We all ate a good breakfast, lots of oatmeal and roughage and then our trainers clipped our guide reins back on and led us off to another barn-like building which I had not been into before. Once we entered, I saw that it was a fully-equipped gym, all modern equipment. The other four ponies immediately moved to their designated equipment and started to exercise, but Philip came up and said that he would devise a programme of exercises which I was to do every day that week. He had me working on running and rowing machines, weightlifting and various other bits of equipment.

After two hours of non-stop work we were stopped and given more food and isotonic drinks – all very welcome. The ponies were allowed to talk – I enjoyed chatting with the two French ponies – they were both shorter than me but from the work they had been doing that morning, I could see they were both very fit. They told me that they were both very happy to be out of the Paris brothel – the Madame who ran it treated them very badly and the customers were very rough and coarse and the sex was not good.

Then the trainers came and clipped our reins back on and said that the Ponygirls were going outside for the rest of the morning – it was mid-summer and the sun was out, so we were all happy as we trotted out to the field where the race had been the previous day. The trainers undid our reins and Pony Sally’s trainer – who was clearly the senior man there – called out, “Now listen to me. Before lunch you are going to do ten laps of the course – that’s about five miles. Pony Sally is going to lead you and make sure you keep a good trotting pace. But when I call out ‘Gallop!’ you are to gallop as fast as you can until I call ‘Trot’ again. No slacking or your lunch will consist of a good whipping – understand?”

Pony Sally immediately made a wonderful ‘neighing’ sound and we all tried to copy her. “OK, off you go!” he said, and we ran happily down the bank to the course with Pony Sally leading us onto the circuit. Although the trotting pace was not as hard as the race the previous day, by the end of the first lap I came to realise that the weight of the pony boots made running much harder and more tiring. Just then the trainer called “Gallop!” and we all ran as fast as we could, although it was clear that the lovely Pony Sally was much fitter than all of us and got steadily ahead of us. After about half a lap, as my lungs started to ache, the call of “Trot on!” came and we slowed down, although the trainer called for us to catch Pony Sally up before we could slow down.

Just after we had started this, I noticed that Lord Marlow had appeared on the bank with the trainers and was chatting to them and pointing to us. I had no idea what they were discussing, and so put it out of my mind, and concentrated in keeping as near as possible to the delicious bum of my new friend Pony Sally as she confidently led us round the track, trotting and galloping to order. We carried on doing this for nearly half an hour, and by the end my legs were trembling with exhaustion and I could hardly breathe.

The trainer called out that we would be taken in for lunch, but as my trainer came up to me, I ducked my head in a submissive gesture and said quietly, “Master, I need to go to the lavatory.”

He laughed loudly. “Don’t be stupid, Pony, have you ever seen a pony in a lavatory? When you need to empty yourself outdoors, you say ‘Master, piss please’ or ‘Master, shit please’ – understand?”

I nodded my head and said “Master, shit please!” Philip turned me around and I felt him pull the butt plug with my tail out of my anus, and I then led me down the bank towards a patch of rough grass at the side of the field. He stopped me and told me to spread my legs and shit right there! I made a move to crouch down, but he pulled my reins and snapped “Don’t be stupid, Pony, have you ever seen a pony crouching down to crap – you piss and crap standing up – always. Now get on with it.”

At first the unusual position stopped me from crapping, but after a couple of minutes the combination of all the roughage and exercise paid off and my bowels emptied easily. When I had finished, Philip called out, “Stand still!” and he bent me over and tore some grass and used it to wipe my anus. “Now walk on!” he called and we walked up the hill towards the stables. He explained that in my pony box was a large metal tray and I was to use that to piss and shit in during my time in there. When we got back to the stables he led me to the barn and told me to stand by a wooden bench and bend over it. I braced myself to be whipped, though I did not know why, but he picked up a hose pipe with a nozzle on the end of it, and slipped it into my anus and turned the water on – it was a douche. As he washed me out, he explained that ponies were to be kept clean and sexually available at all times, particularly as Lord Marlow only ever buggered the pony girls, although he sometimes brought guests who fucked them. When he finished washing me, he re-inserted my tail, picked up my reins and walked me to the dining room for lunch.

Over lunch – more oatmeal, lots of vegetables – Pony Sally explained that the trainers normally took us back to our boxes to rest during the afternoon, leaving the ponies to rest alone for at least a couple of hours. The two French ponies and I would be chained in our boxes to stop us escaping, but Christophe and she were now trusted and left unchained. She put her head beside mine and whispered, “Can I come and see you, Harriet?”

After all the sex and exercise of the last 24 hours, I desperately wanted to spend the afternoon asleep, but I knew it was important to cement my new friendship with this lovely pony, and spending the whole morning chasing her naked body around had certainly aroused me, and so I whispered back, “Of course, anytime.”

After lunch, Philip led me back to my box, removed my daygear straps and fixed the chain around my neck. I lay down on the straw and he covered me with the blanket. “Get some sleep, Harriet, you worked hard this morning, but you have a lot more to do in order to reach the standard I want you to be.”

Once he had gone, I was asleep on the rough straw within a couple of minutes, but suddenly awoke to feel two lips pressing on mine as Sally pushed her tongue into my mouth. I put my arms around her body and pulled her against me, and stroked her tight buttocks as I kissed her back. After a couple of minutes, I took the blanket that had been covering me and spread it on the straw, and told Sally to lie on it on her back. I told her to pull her legs up, and reached under her and eased her butt plug and tail out of her. I then started kissing the inside of her thighs, working up her legs until my tongue started to play with her labia, and she groaned softly at the pleasure. She was already very damp, so I eased two fingers into her juicy cunt and slowly vibrated them as I licked and sucked her – she was really excited and I could see the muscles on her belly starting to pulsate as her first orgasm started to arrive.

Suspecting that she would cum noisily and that we needed to keep quiet, I eased my body on top of hers, pressed my mouth on hers and increased the action with my fingers. I had made love to many women, but even my Mistress Sarah never came so explosively – Sally almost threw me off her as her body shook and her cunt gripped my fingers as her juice flowed out of her.

As she slowly calmed down, she whispered to me, “I never knew, I never knew Harriet that it could be so lovely. I will never forget this moment – you have made me the happiest pony in the kingdom. But now I want to do the same for you – I won’t be as clever but I want to show you how much I love you.” So saying, she rolled me over onto my back and I felt a tentative finger slip into my cunt – I was soaking wet already after pleasuring her, and her mouth sucked my erect nipple into her mouth as she gently nibbled and teased it. “Wonderful, darling,” I gasped as the pleasure of her touch made my body tingle. Just then she eased a second finger into my cunt and started to pump me like a cock. The experience of making love to her had already brought me close to orgasm, and now I could wait no longer – “I’m cuming for you, I’m cuming for you!” I moaned as I grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her face onto my breasts - and at that moment I squirted all over her hand.

Neither of us said anything, we just lay there, and gradually our breathing slowed – and within a couple of minutes we were asleep, my beautiful Pony lying on me with her fingers still in my soaking cunt. Afterwards we tried to work out how long we lay asleep – there were no clocks in our pony world, but probably a couple of hours had passed when I suddenly became aware of a tall woman standing straddling our two naked bodies. She was immaculately dressed in full riding gear, polished leather boots, fawn jodhpurs, red riding jacket and riding hat, with a riding whip in her hand – Lady Marlow at her most impressive. With the end of the whip she moved away the part of the blanket covering Pony Sally’s rump.

“How very interesting!” she said quietly, as Sally woke and tried to cover her embarrassment. We both knew we had been very wicked and lay there, awaiting the punishment that would inevitably follow.

“Mistress Sarah had told me that you were bi-sexual, Pony Harriet, but my husband and I had always assumed that Pony Sally only took cock – she takes it well (except for last night) but until this moment I had never suspected her lesbian leanings. What a delightful surprise! Now, I came down here to find Pony Sally to use her this afternoon in my torture chamber – I saw Pony Sally blanch as Lady Marlow said this. I provide a specialised BDSM service to personal friends, and the basement of the main house is fully equipped as a dungeon and torture chamber. In half an hour’s time I am receiving Sir Richard for two hours’ discipline, and I thought it might be appropriate to let Pony Sally punish him after the humiliation she suffered last night. I knew that it was not really Pony Sally who underperformed with him, he was pathetic because I was in the room and he found he couldn’t get an erection without me punishing him. However, now I find Pony Harriet in your arms, that gives me another idea for this afternoon. First of all, Pony Sally, get back to your box before the trainers return. I think it is time for your regular beating, isn’t it Harriet?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, my lady.”

“Fine”, she replied, “I will tell the trainers to hang you up and that I want to watch Pony Sally beat you instead of one of them. I can sense how much she loves you, so having to beat her lover will be her punishment for sneaking in here and plundering your gorgeous body without my permission. Once that is done, the trainers will wash you and then bring you to the main house. None of the pony staff know anything about my little sideline of BDSM, so if you ever mention it to anyone, you will be horribly punished. Understood? Now go, Sally, before I change my mind.”

Lady Marlow followed Pony Sally out of the box and closed the door, and I lay on the rug, amazed and wondering at the turn of events. I could certainly imagine Lady Marlow as a BDSM mistress, but could not imagine what else Pony Sally and I would experience that afternoon. A few minutes later I heard Philip arrive and open the box. “Wake up, Pony, time for your beating!” He undid the steel chain and to my surprise, also removed my pony boots so that I was totally naked. “Follow me!” he ordered, and we walked out of the box and round to the barn. He placed me under the chains and attached my wrists to them. But before he pulled the chains taut, he went to the bench and returned with a polished steel stretcher bar, about three feet long, with straps on each end. He attached the straps to each of my ankles, and only then did he pull the chains taut, so that I was fixed in a star position.

Just then Lady Marlow entered the barn, with a totally naked Pony Sally walking ahead of her. Lady Marlow came up and stood in front of me. “Thank you Philip,” she said to the trainer, “exactly how I want her. Now Pony Harriet, I have noticed that you have made friends with my star Pony Sally here. Whilst that is not a problem, I want you to understand that the success of these stables is based on hard work and punishment – not friendship. Pony Sally may remain your friend, but she is now going to give you your beating to remind you that she is our star Pony.” Lady Marlow turned to Pony Sally, who was looking very nervous, and said, “You will beat her for ten minutes with the leather strap. You will beat her very hard, and if I sense that you are holding back, I will arrange for your Pony Harriet to beat you for 20 minutes with the cat o’nine tails – so be warned.” Philip brought a chair which he placed a few feet in front of me, and offered to her Ladyship.

“Thank you, Philip, how kind. Right Pony Sally, let us begin.” I had been concentrating so hard on Lady Marlow – not least because I thought she was so beautiful and I was already imagining seeing her naked again and renewing the pleasure I had experienced in bed with her the previous night – that I did not realise that Sally had the leather strap in her hand, and a second later it cracked across my thighs and I screamed in pain.

“Tell me Philip, shall we let her scream or do you gag her?”

“What would you prefer my Lady?” he replied, just as Sally struck me viciously again, this time cross my buttocks, and I screamed even louder.

“You know. Philip,” she continued in a conversational tone, “I really rather enjoy her screaming. It is nice to know just how much pain she is suffering. Thank you for setting this up – you may leave us now, I shall supervise the rest of the session.” Just as she finished speaking Sally, who had changed sides behind me, struck again across my bum, the leather strap making a vicious crack as it hit home.

Once Philip had left the barn and closed the main door, Lady Marlow got up and moved to inspect the stripes that Pony Sally had inflicted. “Good work, Pony Sally, I certainly couldn’t tell that she is your lover. Keep going like this, not too fast though, give her enough time to appreciate and really suffer the pain after each blow.” She moved in front of me and took my chin in her hand and moved her face close to mine and said gently, “You are doing well, Harriet, let the tears flow, I promise you, the more you suffer now, the more pleasure you and Pony Sally will get later on.” She went and sat back down, and then called out, “Again Sally, make her sob!” Immediately I heard the strap whistle through the air and land on my thigh, the tail of the strap whipping round and cracking against my skin. When Lady Marlow was speaking to me, I had resolved not to scream any more, but to allow myself to cry, but I realised that the pain that my lover was causing was too great, and I threw my head back and yelled in agony.

“Wonderful,” said Lady Marlow calmly to Pony Sally, “now leave her to cry for a minute or so, I am enjoying this so much.” I was sobbing by now, with tears running off my face and splashing onto my breasts. After a minute or so, Lady Marlow spoke to Pony Sally. “Don’t worry, Sally, she will love you so much more when you have finished punishing her. Just make sure you don’t ease up. For these last five minutes, I suggest you give her two strong blows on her buttocks – leave her thighs now as it might affect her running – then leave her for a minute to suffer and anticipate the next blow, then repeat until the ten minutes is up.”

And that is what happened. My new lover certainly never held back, and every blow had a vicious snap at the end of the belt which was like a knife being stuck into me and which unfailingly made me scream in agony. Finally, when I thought I could bear no more, Lady Marlow quietly said, “Enough! Help me take her down, Sally and put her on that couch over there.”

Sally undid my ankle straps while Lady Marlow lowered the chains and undid my wrists, then the two of them carried me over and laid me face down on the massage table. As they laid me down, Pony Sally came and laid her head against mine and I realised at once that her face and body were soaked with tears – I felt sorrier for my lover at that moment than I did for myself. Just then Lady Marlow said, “Well done both of you, you have both shown yourself to be much more talented than I expected. Look after your lover now, Sally, and I will go and fetch your trainers to have you washed and brought to the house in a few minutes time. I am really looking forward to working with you in the dungeon.” She leant forward and kissed the side of my face, stroked Sally’s bum gently and then turned and walked out of the barn.

I knew what Pony Sally was going to say, and anticipated her by saying, “It’s OK, you were fantastic, nobody has ever beaten me that well. One day I hope I will be able to do the same thing for you.”

Just then the barn doors opened and Philip came in. “OK ponies, on your feet and over against the wall. We don’t want to keep Lady Marlow waiting – let’s get you cleaned up.” As soon as we were on our feet and in place, he turned the hose on and pointed the jet at us. As soon as we were thoroughly soaked by the freezing water, he told us clean each other thoroughly and he would be back in five minutes.

Immediately Sally poured the shampoo on my hair and started to wash me gently all over. When she got down to my waist, I bent forward and touched my toes, thus pointing my red and bruised bum directly at her. I heard her sob again, and spoke sharply, saying, “Stop it darling, you beat me hard because you loved me, now wash me gently for the same reason.” And she slipped her soapy hands between my legs and gently washed there – the sensation was wonderful and I knew that I would explode if she carried on stimulating me like that, so I stood up and said quickly, “My turn now, I have been looking forward to this ever since I met you.”

I washed her body with great care, and could feel the strength of her muscles as I moved over her legs, then turned her round and made her bend forward so that I could soap her buttocks and crack thoroughly. We were like this when Philip came back in and laughed out loud. “Glad to see you are being so thorough with each other.” He picked up the hose and directed it at us and the soap poured off us. When he had finished, he handed us two towels and said, “Make sure you dry each other thoroughly, my Lady wants you to come up to the house as soon as possible.” He placed two beautiful velvet cloaks, held only with a gold brooch at the collar, onto the couch, and two pairs of red high-heeled shoes beside them. “I don’t know why, but you are to wear these. Hurry now, go into the kitchen, and their man Jenkins will be there to meet you.”

As he left, Pony Sally whispered to me that my buttocks were the same colour as the red velvet cloaks and we laughed and then kissed each other. Already the pain from the whipping had gone, and I was left with a wonderful warm glow which was making me extreme randy. Quickly we put on the shoes and the cloaks and walked demurely across the courtyard and into the side door which led to the staff dining room. Neither of us had ever been in a dungeon before – this was going to an exciting time.

As we had been told, the impressive figure of Mr Jenkins, who we later discovered was the major-domo for the house, was standing waiting in the staff dining room for us. Unlike the loin cloth he had been wearing the previous night, he now wore a loose fitting white silk shirt, and black silk pantaloons which only went down to just under his knees. The pantaloons had an open fly slit on them so his cock was permanent visible – and very impressive it was too. Considering the sexual adventures going on all around him, it was amazing that the ponies very rarely saw any hint of an erection, except when it was required by his Master or Mistress.

He greeted us Ponies politely, then led us through a corridor and down a staircase towards the dungeon. Opening a door he led us into a changing room, and asked to take our cloaks from us, which he hung up. He then explained that we were to work with Lady Marlow that afternoon, and whilst we were her assistants in the dungeon, we were allowed and expected to call her Lady Caroline and his Lordship, if he attended, was to be called Lord Charles. He then moved to a set of cupboards and opened two of them. “In here are your outfits for today, please put them on now,” he said. “These are for Mistress Sally and these for Mistress Harriet – these will be your names while you are working in the dungeon with Lady Caroline.”

Each of us had a beautiful set of leather boots that reached right to the top of our thighs and had zippers running right up the side which made them easy to put on. There were high stiletto heels built into them – each of the stilettos was at least six inches high which made us feel wonderful - quite a change from the pony boots we were becoming used to. For each of us there was then a full length leather coat, with half a dozen silver buttons down the front. Finally, for Sally and I there was a silver choker necklace, about an inch wide, which fitted perfectly tightly around our throat.

Sally and I helped each other dress, and admired how lovely the other looked in such perfectly fitting outfits. Thanks to the stilettos, I was now tall and Sally was unbelievably tall, and so when Jenkins opened the door to the dungeon, we entered with total confidence in our own beauty and erotic attractiveness.

The dungeon was lit mainly with candles, and a couple of electric wall uplights with red bulbs in them. There was a large amount of BDSM equipment around the room, and standing in the centre of the room, in her full riding kit, was the magnificent Lady Caroline. In front of her, kneeling stark naked with his forehead pressed to the floor and his fleshy buttocks in the air, was the unmistakeable figure of Sir Richard. Seated on a sofa beside Lady Caroline, dressed in a gold lame dress and gold shoes, was a sour faced young woman, who was probably about 30, but who I guessed could be very good looking if she could only wipe that look off her face. She had lovely blonde hair, tied up in French plait, and she was very slim and quite short, maybe on 5’2”or so.

“Welcome, girls, right on time. The pathetic heap on the floor you will recognise as Sir Richard. The beautiful lady seated here is his not so devoted wife who is prepared to divorce him and take at least half his fortune unless we can restore their marital relations to a healthier state. Lady Joanne has explained to me what she believes is wrong with her husband and we have this afternoon to find a solution. Lady Joanne, my very tall assistant here is Mistress Sally and my other assistant is Mistress Harriet. I should explain, girls, that Lady Joanne was at the party on Sunday and witnessed the pathetic and embarrassing performance by her husband and his inability to satisfy Mistress Sally here.”

Clearly Sir Richard had not realised that the Ponygirl who he had failed to fuck so spectacularly would also be one of Lady Caroline’s assistants, and his head jerked up to look at her. Instantly the whip in Caroline’s hand swung down and struck his buttocks viciously.

“How dare you move!” she spat, with real venom, “until I tell you otherwise, you remain immobile, do you understand?”

“Yes, my Lady, I apologise, Mistress,” he mumbled, and resumed his submissive posture.

“Now, Lady Joanne, Mistress Harriet will assist you, and I would be grateful if you would remove that beautiful outfit. Mistress Sally will lower the sling please,” Lady Caroline said, pointing to where the cords were secured.