Chapter 3

Sure enough, his Lordship continued to bugger me splendidly for a long while and eventually I felt his lovely prick pumping still more of his spunk into me – for those of you who haven’t experienced sodomy, get your man to do it to you as soon as possible - it is the most exquisite pleasure for both of you. Sally squirted her piss copiously onto us both as we climaxed, but by then it was clear that his Lordship’s energy was waning and we needed to make our way home. He carefully replaced our pony tackle and fitted us back into the cart and we set off down the hill. As we were trotting, I could feel a steady stream of spunk running down the back of my thighs, and glancing at Sally, I saw that she too had legs covered with cum and spunk – everyone at the House was certainly going to know what we had been up to!

When we arrived back at the house, Sir Richard was drawing up in his car, in time for his 5pm appointment with Joanne. His Lordship drove us round to the stables and handed us over to our trainers, with thanks to them for training us so well – he assured them we had been excellent ponies all day! Once he had left, Philip removed us from the cart and examined us. “Look at you two messy ponies,” he complained, “legs covered with spunk, grass in your bum cracks, dried sweat all over you – I can easily guess what you have been up to, but we need to sort you out quickly, because her Ladyship is bringing an owner over here in a few minutes, so we need to have you looking your best.”

The trainers busied themselves removing our head-dresses, and Philip removed my tail and then took me to the chains and hung me up ready for my beating. Sally had her day rig put back on, and was led to the side of the barn and tied up to a post there. Just then the party arrived from the main house. Lady Marlow was looking sublime in a full-length blue silk dress, and with her was Sir Richard, wearing a cloak similar to the one I had worn in the dungeon the previous evening. No sooner had they arrived than a trainer led Joanne into the barn. She was very skittish and scared, and the trainer was using the whip on her flanks to control her. Philip came up to Lady Marlow. “So Philip, how had our new Pony Joanne behaved during her first day with us?”

“Well, my Lady, she took her morning beating well – she shared it with Pony Harriet, then after breakfast she had her pubes waxed, she worked with the other ponies in the gym, and when his Lordship went out with Pony Sally and Pony Harriet, we sent her for a ten lap run with Michelle and Madeleine – she seemed to be trying but she was over one lap behind the French ponies by the end. After lunch she was put in her box and slept most of the afternoon.”

Lady Marlow turned to Sir Richard and said, “Quite satisfactory for a first day, I would say, wouldn’t you?” Sir Richard was clearly overawed and merely nodded to our Lady. “Of course she will be punished for her idleness on the run, but Lord Marlow and I will deal with that later. So Philip, I am sure Sir Richard would like to see Pony Joanne get her evening beating, then you can wash her and then he can cover her. I suggest you hang her up with Pony Harriet and beat them like you did this morning.”

Whilst her Ladyship had been talking, Joanne’s trainer had already removed all her equipment, including her tail, and she was brought over and attached to the chains in the middle of the barn so that we were face to face. I put my face beside hers and nuzzled her gently and whispered, “Be brave now, Jo, I am your real friend and after this I will cuddle you again.” She was clearly too tense to speak but nodded her head.

Philip said to her Ladyship, “I thought we would give them both the strap tonight, if you agree, my Lady?”

“Excellent,” she replied, “I love the sound it makes on their flesh and it will be good to get some serious bruising on Pony Joanne’s backside – it’s still a bit too pink.” Philip and his fellow trainer went and collected the long leather straps and swung them simultaneously – Joanne yelped as the leather end bit into her thigh. “Be quiet,” I whispered, “you can come to enjoy this, but to do that you must be quiet.”

And she did what I said, and although she quietly sobbed and wept for the rest of the ten minutes, she did not cry out again. Over her shoulder I could see her Ladyship was really enjoying the beating, she had lifted her dress up and was masturbating herself and licking her lips with excitement. Sir Richard was absolutely stunned, and watched the beating with a look of growing horror. When the beating stopped, we were taken down and I automatically led Joanne to the ‘washing wall’ and a few seconds later the blast of cold water was directed at us. We then both gently washed each other, and I made sure she was really clean between her legs. When we were dried, Philip put my tail back in, my boots on and my day rig on and led me over to where Sally had been restrained and tied me beside her.

The trainers then dragged the large oak table out into the centre of the barn and a large horse blanket was thrown over one end. Joanne was led to the table and bent over blanket. Her legs were spread wide and attached by leather straps to the legs of the table, and then a long leather strap used to strap her torso down against the table. Finally her wrists were cuffed together behind her back so that she absolutely couldn’t move.

Lady Marlow moved to Sir Richard and undid the clasp on the cloak and handed the cloak to Philip. Having had his cock in my mouth within the last day, I knew that Sir Richard was certainly not fully aroused, but Lady Marlow then reached down and grasped his cock and, looking straight into his eyes, started to slowly masturbate him. Even as we watched, the effect was impressive and within a minute or so, the prick was fully swollen and ready for action. Lady Marlow led him so that he was standing immediately behind his wife’s bum, now glowing red after its beating. She let go of his cock and pushed a couple of fingers between Joanne’s sex lips and clearly moved them around. She turned to Sir Richard. “You’re in luck – she’s hot and dripping up there. I’m sure that it is not at the prospect of you fucking her – more likely that my lovely Pony Harriet is teaching her the joy of flagellation. But who cares, she’s certainly ready for you!” She placed the head of the cock in between Joanne’s cunt lips and said, “Give it to her Sir Richard – let’s hope that this will be the first of many!”

Sir Richard drove forward and speared her completely in one move – Joanne gasped at the ferocity of his entry. But he didn’t wait, he immediately started to fuck her, his body banging hard against her reddened buttocks, and the unmistakeable squelching sound of a cock sliding in and out of a soaking wet pussy. And he was shouting at her, “Come on bitch, this is my cunt and I am going to keep fucking it until you learn to love it. You are staying here until you learn that I am your husband and we are going to stay married.”

There was no way that Pony Joanne was going to orgasm with pleasure at such rough shagging, but Sir Richard was so excited that his climax came in less than two minutes. He stood there, his cock in her, as the last of his spunk pumped into her, then pulled out and walked out of the barn, Lady Marlow following him. We all stood there in silence, the only sound coming from the gentle sobbing of Pony Joanne. “OK guys,” called out Philip, “let’s get all the other ponies in for their dinner. Tom, you clean up Pony Joanne – gently though – put her equipment back on and bring her in when you have done that.”

Philip came and took the reins of Sally and I and led us across the courtyard and into the dining room. Michelle and Madeleine were already sitting there eating, oblivious of what had just happened. After the excitement for Sally and I that day, we were both ravenously hungry and asked for double helpings of everything. After about a quarter of an hour, the dejected little figure of Pony Joanne was led in by her trainer. He tried to make her sit down with us, but she shook her head and said, “Too sore!”. He put some food in front of her, but she just shook her head and began to cry again. The trainer shrugged and walked away to get his own dinner, leaving the sorry Pony standing there on her own. I knew we had to do something to help her.

I got up and stood by her, and just put my face alongside hers, and felt the tears running down. We stood like this for two or three minutes, then she gently put her arm around my waist and gave me a small hug. It was a start.

“I know you feel abused and helpless,” I whispered to her, “but tomorrow is another day and it is all going to happen again and again. So you must be strong and fit, because making yourself ill is not going to stop this. So now I am going to feed you, because you must eat. Do you understand?”

She nodded, and I picked up a bowl of oatmeal and standing there in the room, I started to feed her like a child. She didn’t eat a lot, but at least it would keep her going. Every few mouthfuls she would sob and more tears would flow, but by the time she stopped eating, she was more under control. Philip came over and picked up my reins and Joanne’s and said, “Come on ponies, time you both had an early night – lots of excitement for both of you today!”

He led us to the stable block and into our box. “So, young Harriet, I’ve been told we can dispense with the chain for you – one less job to do.” Joanne looked up in surprise and then towards Philip, who shook his head and said, “Not you, young Pony, but maybe your time will come if you become as obedient as Pony Harriet here.” I went and sat on my straw and he brought the blanket for me. Then he put the chain around Joanne’s neck, but I called out, “Philip, please put her with me,” and I lifted up the blanket to allow her come alongside me.

Once Philip had left, it was still reasonably light outside, so I knew it must be 7-8 pm, so I was not in too much of a hurry to sleep. Joanne was lying on her side, her arm around my waist, I was lying on my back.

“Harriet,” she said, “I don’t know how you can lie on your bottom after all those beatings you have had. It must hurt so much.”

“This is your first lesson, Pony. If you want to ever leave here, you will have to learn to enjoy being beaten. I love it, so I am going to teach you to do the same.” I rested my hand on her buttock. “Does that hurt? I asked.

She giggled slightly and said, “No, of course not.”

“Now then, I want you to do the same to me,” and I rolled on my side so she could feel my bum. “Firstly, it doesn’t hurt, but secondly, what do you feel?”

She looked at me in surprise and then said, “It feels very warm. Does mine feel like that?”

“Absolutely,” I said. What I want you to do is concentrate on feeling that lovely warmth, and you will forget the pain. Now, I want you, very gently, to lie of your back.”

She looked scared, but I helped her to gently roll over until she was lying on her back. Her eyes were screwed up in anticipation of pain, but slowly she relaxed and smiled at me and said, “You are right, Mistress, all I can feel is the warmth.”

Before she realised what I was doing, I swung my arm and hit the side of her breast as hard as I could. With great seriousness, I snapped, “Don’t you EVER call me Mistress! I am not a Mistress, I am a pony just like you. I will teach you things because I am fond of you, but I am not your Mistress. Understood?”

Her bottom lip was trembling, but she controlled herself and said quickly, “I am sorry, Pony Harriet, I will never do that again.”

I rolled onto my back and pulled her body against my side and kissed her forehead. “Now young Pony, we all watched you being covered by your husband this afternoon – it looked quite rough, but I am sure it will get better as days go by.”

“Oh Harriet, it was awful, just like the old days at home. Everything about his orgasm and nothing about mine. It is so frustrating,” she said angrily.

“You told us last night that you have no lesbian experience, but would you like me to relieve you now by giving you an orgasm?”

For a moment she looked shocked, but then I could see how desperate she was for relief, and after a few seconds, she nodded. “Roll on your back, Pony,” I told her, “nice and slowly, but you will find that lying on your hot arse will make you sexually much more receptive.” She slowly rolled over, and after about a minute, she looked at me and grinned. “It feels really good, “she whispered. “You are right, my bum feel great. What do we do now?”

I wasn’t going to give her a blow by blow description, so I just reached my hand down and slipped two fingers up her cunt. I was expecting her to object, but instead she just moaned with pleasure, and said, “make me come, please, NOW!” So I did. She was sopping wet, partly because of the beating, partly because she still had some of Sir Richard’s spunk in her and partly because I think she was in love with me. I curled my fingers round and found her g-spot, and vibrated the ends of my fingers on it – and she went off like a Roman candle. She clutched my face and kissed me frantically whilst I could feel the walls of her cunt gripping my fingers whilst at the same time squirting the mixture of her cum and Sir Richard’s spunk into my hand.

When she had gradually relaxed, I eased my hand out and brought it up to my mouth and let the jism run in a stream into my mouth. Then I held her face and kissed her deeply, letting some of the mixture flow into her mouth. “Don’t say anything more, my lovely Pony, we have both enjoyed each other. Now we will sleep.”

And we did.

The following morning started differently to normal, and carried on being unusual for the rest of the day. I had been awake for some while before Philip arrived, wondering how to help the blonde pony who was lying on her stomach beside me in the straw. I could already see that having Sir Richard forcibly fuck her daily was unlikely to resolve their marital problems, and I was trying to work out another way to make her want his cock inside her again. I looked at her again, her reddened buttocks now starting to look more like those of Sally and mine, and I suddenly had an idea.

Just as I did, Philip arrived, but instead taking us straight to the punishment barn, be dressed us in our day rig and led us off to breakfast. “Eat first, then His Lordship is coming to inspect you all,” he said as he led us across the courtyard. All the ponies were in the dining room, including Christophe who we had not seen for a couple of days. I sat next to him and asked him where he had been, but he just said, “Oh, doing a couple of favours for his Lordship,” which seemed a bit evasive, so I dropped the subject. It was nice to see him again, and when he walked across the room, all of us ponies looked longingly and the weapon hanging between his legs – and shuddered as we imagined what it might be like when erect!

After breakfast, we expected to go to the gym as usual, but the trainers led all of us (Sally, Joanne, the French ponies, Christophe and I) into the barn and tied our reins to a bar along one side. Then Philip came and led Joanne out, undressed her and tied her up to the chains and pulled them tight. We all then stood there waiting until suddenly Lord and Lady Marlow appeared in the barn, both of them in riding boots and wearing, as far as I could tell, just the full length cloak like the one Lord Marlow had worn when he took Sally and out yesterday. Lord Marlow walked up to Joanne and stroked her bruised buttocks, and said to his wife, “Capital, good work, my dear.” Then he turned and spoke to all of us.

“Good morning ponies, I have some exciting news for all of you. This weekend is the National Ponygirls Championship Day, to be held here, and Pony Sally and Pony Harriet have qualified for the Gold Cup race. In addition, the other three fillies, Michelle, Madeleine and Joanne, have all been entered for the Beginners Race, which will be excellent experience for you all. So I want you all to use the next couple of days to practice hard, enjoy your beatings and not let me down on the day. But I have other news. I saw Mistress Sarah yesterday evening, who used to be Pony Harriet’s owner, and I purchased Pony Harriet from her.”

All the ponies, even Christophe, looked surprised by this and were skittering around and neighing in excitement until the trainers came and slapped them to calm them down. “Pony Harriet is a remarkable pony and I intend to stable Pony Sally and her together from now on, and Harriet will be treated as one of my trusted ponies. But in addition, Pony Harriet understands better than anyone the need and pleasure of regular whipping, and so she is to be responsible for Joanne’s daily beating, and from today, she is to introduce Ponies Michelle and Madeleine to the pleasure of regular beating - I want their buttocks to look their best on Saturday. But Harriet loves the joy of beating so much that she is has asked to continue to be beaten on a daily basis, so you will all know the joy of the whip and the cane. So to start us off, I am going to ask Pony Harriet to be brought up here and to give Pony Joanne her daily beating. Lady Marlow and I are going to stay and enjoy the exhibition – we have been looking forward to this all morning.”

Whilst Philip came and untied me and removed my reins. Lord and Lady Marlow were offered chairs. Before they sat, both of them removed their cloaks and we all saw that they had nothing on but their riding boots! What is more, I could see that Lady Marlow had spunk coming out of her anus and smeared down her thighs – clearly Lord Marlow had been excitedly anticipating this morning’s show. Lady Marlow noticed that I had spotted the spunk and grinned at me. “Philip,” she called, “give Harriet the narrow cane – I love the whistling noise it makes and the beautiful lines it will draw on Pony Joanne’s backside. “Don’t spare her Harriet – though I know you won’t.”

I stood at Joanne’s shoulder and whispered, “Remember the lovely warmth – concentrate on that and forget the pain.” Without waiting for any reply, the cane whistled through the air and struck up hard right in the middle of her gorgeous bum. Her body jumped as I struck, but to my surprise and delight, she made no noise. I reloaded and increased the power on my next blow – but still no sound. After that I carried on hitting her at a steady pace, then stopped for 30 seconds for the heat to spread out and build the anticipation, and then gave her five more blows. I was delighted that my student had learnt her lesson so well – I could see the tears running down her face, but right to the end, she made not a sound. When I had finished, I turned to her Ladyship and asked if she was satisfied.

“Wonderful job, Harriet, take her down Philip. Now Michelle and Madeleine, as my husband has already told you, you are going to take part in a big race on Saturday, and I want you to be at you best, and not let our stables down. So I want you looking your best, and that means having fine red buttocks. So Harriet will be beating you twice a day from now on, starting with five minutes a session, and we will decide after a week if we need to increase it to ten minutes. Now, be good ponies and try and take you beatings like Joanne has.”

Two trainers had already taken off the ponies’ reins and they hung the two ponies from the chains, face to face, with a heavy spreader bar between their ankles to stop them moving around too much. Their day rig had been removed, and I stepped forward and eased their tails out of their anuses. They were both trembling and already Michelle was crying softly. I said to her, “Come now, Michelle, I want you to be really brave – your body will look even more beautiful afterwards.” I had already selected a medium cane which was not as painful as the thin one, and the first blow hit her before she realised it was coming. Like Joanne, she jumped but did not cry out, so I hit her twice more, spreading the blows over her buttocks. Then I moved quickly to Madeleine – a slightly more fleshy bum – and gave her three strong blows. She screamed with the first one, but then controlled herself and just cried after that.

I really enjoyed beating those girls, I had a real sense of what it must be like to be a Mistress and to dominate girls younger than you. They both took their punishment well, and by spreading the blows over their buttocks, I raised a beautiful red hue all over them. Once the time was up, I went and kissed each of them whilst massaging their flaming bums, and told them how well they had done and we would continue their training in the afternoon.

Once the girls had been taken down by the trainers and dressed and tied to the rail again, Her Ladyship stood up and spoke. “Well, as you have seen, Pony Harriet has great skill at punishment and my husband and I know that she will look after your discipline well. But she has also requested that she continue to be beaten herself on a daily basis, so I thought I would come and supervise this on her first day.” While she had been speaking, Philip led me to the chains and suspended in the usual way. Once he had finished, he moved to Her Ladyship and undid the clasp on her cloak and removed it – her beautiful body, wearing just leather riding boots, was revealed and the younger ponies gasped as they saw her naked for the first time.

Philip handed her the cat o’nine tails and I could feel my juices running down my thighs at the excitement of the situation – my beautiful new Mistress was standing naked before me and going to honour me by thrashing me in front of all the other ponies. She took a step forward and kissed me on the cheek, then stepped back and swung the whip hard and struck me right across my breasts – I threw my head back and groaned in pleasure as the pain seared through my chest – all the other ponies gasped at the ferocity of the blow. Then she went behind me and started to steadily beat by buttocks and thighs, just as she had taught me, three or four blows and then a pause whilst the pain and heat spread, then three or four more blows.

My Mistress Sarah had punished me well, but her Ladyship was totally merciless and wonderful – the longer the beating went on, the more thrilled and excited I became, and the pleasure translated into a steady stream of cum flowing down my legs – there was no way that the audience could miss that. Finally, her Ladyship moved back to stand in front of me and lashed me one final time across my breasts and I cried out “Yes!” in total pleasure.

Philip came forward and replaced her Ladyship’s cloak and she said to him, “Leave her there for half an hour, it will do her good,” and she and Lord Marlow swept out of the barn. The trainers untied the other ponies and took them off to the gym to start their morning exercise, leaving me hanging from the chains. As I hung there, I felt the heat and pain of the beating spreading through my body, with the result that I was becoming more and more aroused and more desperate for sexual relief – Her Ladyship knew what she was doing, she had brought me to the edge of orgasm and was now making me wait in total frustration for release. She is a true Dominatrix - this was far worse than the beating.

Then, after about 20 minutes when I was ready to scream out in frustration, Her Ladyship walked back into the barn and came and stood in front of me. “Well done, Harriet, you set a fine example to those newer ponies. And this is your reward.” At that moment I felt her slip two fingers into my soaking wet cunt – and I exploded with an orgasm unlike any I had ever had before in my life – I was sobbing with delight as my whole body shook and a cascade of cum flowed over her hand and formed a puddle on the dust floor beneath me. As I was still sobbing and shaking, she removed her fingers and sucked my juice off them, kissed me again and walked out.

A few minutes later Philip came in and took me down from the chains, and kitted me out in my pony boots, tail plug and day rig, and led me to join the others in the gym where we all worked for the rest of the morning. When we stopped for a break, I went and spoke to Joanne to see if she was OK, but I could see straight away that her eyes were gleaming and she was smiling. “I won’t call you Mistress, but that is what you were for me today, Pony Harriet – and I am happy to be beaten by you or anyone else.”

But after the break, instead of continuing with our work, we all had our reins replaced and were led out to the paddock. All the ponygirls except Sally were tied up to the fence on the outside of the paddock, but then Pony Sally appeared and was taken into the paddock and her reins tied to the bottom rail of the fence so that she was bent right over, unable to stand up, her lovely red buttocks upwards, her tail having been removed from her arse. I realised that we were here to see our friend being covered by a stallion. Just then Lord and Lady Marlow appeared from the main house, as Philip led Pony Christophe, his lovely cock looking at least semi-erect, out of the barn into the paddock. Once he was in, Philip undid his reins and slapped him hard on his flank and said, “Off you go, lad, enjoy her.”

Pony Sally was moving around and whinnying as she realised that Pony Christophe was now in the paddock with her. He came up beside her and rubbed his body against hers, and as he did so, Sally put out her hand and stroked the rapidly expanding weapon that was about to enter her. Then he was behind her and she willingly opened her legs as he held his now solid rod of flesh and pressed it into her cunt – she was clearly wet already, he slipped right into her in one slow steady push. And then he pumped and all the ponygirls watching were transfixed as he fucked her. But he must have been excited, because that first fuck only lasted a couple of minutes and we saw Sally shudder as his sperm shot into – hopefully the moment which would lead to a new foal for the stable.

The trainers came to take us away, leaving Sally and Christophe to spend the rest of the afternoon in the paddock – Sally told me at dinner time that he had covered her four more times, each time longer and better than the last.

As Philip came to untie me, I asked him if I could be allowed to speak to Lord Marlow, as I had an important matter to discuss with him. Philip led me over to where Lord and Lady Marlow were still watching their prize stallion at work, and I was left to talk to them for several minutes whilst I outlined my suggestion for dealing with Sir Richard and Lady Joanne. When I had finished, they agreed my idea was worth trying, and His Lordship agreed to come and visit my stable box that afternoon.

Over lunch, the two French ponies were still talking excitedly about seeing Pony Christophe in action, and wondering if His Lordship would allow them to be serviced like that. I told them that he would only want to breed from the best ponies, so they would have to learn to race well with the carts and to accept the regular punishment I would be giving them.

After lunch, Joanne and I were taken back to our stable box and Joanne chained to the wall as usual. It was a warm afternoon, and the two of us lay together on top of one of the blankets, and Joanne was stroking my breasts and she was comparing the pleasure that Sally had experience that morning with the misery she suffered every time her husband tried to enter her. I asked her if she had ever been buggered, but she looked appalled at my suggestion. “Of course not, I know it would hurt terribly and I would have to humiliate myself to allow anyone to take me like that,” she said loudly.

“Not at all, young Pony,” said His Lordship, who was standing in the doorway dressed only in his riding boots and cloak, “As Pony Harriet will tell you, properly delivered, sodomy gives great pleasure to both man and Pony and is incredibly pleasurable. I think that the reason that you resist being fucked by your husband is that your cunt has been used by so many lovers that you compare him to them, and he is not as good. My suggestion for you is that he and I become your anal master and you keep that passage exclusively for us. I will train him in the technique and you will cease from prostituting yourself with other men.” His Lordship, didn’t wait for Joanne to make any response – I think she was too overawed and frightened to say anything, but just said, “Get her ready, will you Pony Harriet?”

I kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “I will be here with you, darling Pony. Now on your hand and knees, please.” As if in a trance, she obeyed, and I knelt behind her and Lord Marlow handed me a tube of lubricant, and I gently pushed my coated fingers into her anus, already nicely loosened by two days of wearing her butt plug for her tail. I was careful not to go too fast, and I was pleased that she made no noise except a loud release of breath. Very slowly I moved my fingers in and out and asked, “Are you OK, Joanne? Comfortable?”

“I thought it would hurt, but it doesn’t. Unusual, but certainly not painful,” she replied quietly. I pulled my finger out, applied more lubrication, and this time gradually inserted two fingers together. The grip of her anal ring on my fingers was fairly tight, so I just knelt there, not moving my fingers, whilst her anal muscles slowly relaxed. After three or four minutes, she was looser, and I started to fuck her arse with my fingers, and after two or three minutes, I saw that she was starting to fuck me back, her bum moving in time with my fingers. I turned and looked at Lord Marlow and nodded at him, and he undid his cloak revealing his fully erect prick - he was clearly looking forward to buggering her!