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Female Rider/male haulier/pony -
I instructed my partner to "follow me", he followed in silence while I lectured him on how thoroughly fed up
with him I was
especially when it came to following simple commands and instructions so as a punishment he was to spend the rest of
the day
in strict pony
training.
I led him to a small stable, "take off all your clothes", "but Mistress", "do it now" he stood naked
in front of me apart from a pair of trainers and cuffs, "now get in there", I pointed to the stable door.
He did as I ordered, "next time you see me you are not to speak, ponies do not speak, do you understand?"
he nodded in acceptance, I slammed the door behind me.
Inside was a small stall covered
in straw which was to be his bed, from the walls hung various riding crops, whips and methods of correction, a
reminder of what was about to befall him.
I left him for a while to contemplate his fate while I changed
into full riding gear, riding boots, a tight pair of jodhpers and a small leather top. I then selected an instrument of
correction, a long green schooling whip.
I opened the stable door and beckoned him out, walking around him and inspecting him, I poked and then
grabbed a handful of flesh on his
stomach. "I think this pony needs a little exercise,I shan't give you the protection of body tack, I shall
train you naked, it will be all the more humiliating and add to your punishment, do you understand?" He nodded.
I attached a head harness and fastened it tight so as to secure a bit. It was impossible for him to speak now, the
bit pressing tightly in my mouth, I attached some reins to each side of the harness.
I tugged on the reins and he automatically
stepped forward and followed me. I led him to a small clearing in which there was a dressage ring,
"dressage is about control and discipline, you will follow my
exact instructions". Standing in the middle of the ring with reins at full length I instructed him to walk around
the perimeter of the ring. I shouted the instruction "walk on" followed by a stroke of the whip
and he obliged, "no, faster"
"knees higher and feet pointed".
He tried to oblige, I gave him another stroke of the schooling whip on the
upper thigh, for encouragement. I then held held the whip in front of him as he walked, "I want your knees to touch
the whip", he now obliged, "toes pointed now", as I landed another
stroke. It was exhausting as he went around in circles while I
scrutinised his every step and corrected it to my satisfaction. "Now lets try it with a trot, faster now"
he was now breaking into quite a sweat.
I made him go around and around until he was completely exhausted. I took pity on him after half an hour or so and
gave him a short rest. I then went on to teach him various other horse moves, side stepping,
turning on the spot, etc all to be carried
out in complete silence, a tap on the shoulder, a poke in the back, a pull of the reins, all giving him silent
instruction and each command to be learnt by heart.
After what must have been a couple of hours of dressage I lead my slave to a pony cart and orderd him to
pick up the shafts. I fastened his cuffs to a purpose made hook on each of the shafts of the cart,
I locked them so there was no escaping. I mounted the cart and with a
slash across the buttocks and command "walk on" I signified the start of the cart training.
While I drove him along various specially constructed paths between the trees in the wood I instructed him on
various commands, walking, trotting and galloping, turning, stopping and so on, each command slightly different.
My gaze fixed on his naked sweat laden buttocks wobbling up and down as he ran was quite arousing, through mud,
nettles and up hills I drove him hard.
After a while he submitted to me following
instructions exactly and not thinking for himself anymore as I made him trot and gallop, sweating, muscles aching and
out of breath the cart weighing heavily on his arms. I used the schooling whip to encourage
him each time he slowed, I drove
him to the point of total exhaustion and then drove him a little bit more, by now
his backside and thighs striped like a zebra from the
schooling whip. Finally I pulled the reins tight and the bit pulled tight in his mouth, "woah" I shouted
and we stopped, he was covered in sweat, mud and nettle
stings around my legs "now that's a good pony" I patted him on his bowed head.
He wrongly thought his ordeal was over, I untied his arms from the cart and lead him to a clearing in the woods. A
high bar with clips attached to it was hung between two trees. I attached his cuffs to a chain and
winched his arms high above his head, now on tip toe unable to move I produced a large bucket of cold water
and stiff scrubbing brush. "You don't think I would put to bed a sweaty pony do you" I poured a
small amount of the ice cold water down his back and started to scrub, the bristles
were stiff and hard, I scrubbed and scrubbed, paying particular attention to his backside,
the bristles went over and over the marks made by the whip and added to his discomfort.
I repeated the same torment on his front with particular attention this time to the genitals,
then I threw the remainder of the bucket of cold water over him and gave him a good towelling off.
"Now to finish I will give you 12 hard strokes with the schooling whip, then you will thank me for your training,
who knows maybe if you're a good pony I might have you professionally trained at DeFerre one day".
His skin was already very sore and now damp, stretched tight, he jumped as the first blow struck his lower buttock,
it cut in a little "ah one thank you Mistress" before the stinging had stopped I landed the second
in exactly the same place "ah two, ah three" as the third one connected this time on the top of his
thighs he breathed in heavily to try to escape some of the pain but it was to no avail,
the fourth landed making the strokes slightly harder so they cut in a little more each time.
When I finished I released him and he immediately fell onto his knees kissing my boots profusely, not wanting to
cause any offence to me by not showing his gratitude quickly enough or not sincerely enough "now let this be a
lesson to you in discipline" " thank you Mistress" he whimpered.
"Next week we will do it all again to see how much you have remembered and maybe add a bit of blindfold
training".....
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