When they were done with the actual massage, Ted moved back to her breasts and did begin to milk her, mimicking the way a farmer would milk a cow, twisting and pulling and hurting her nipples and squeezing her breasts quite roughly, both at the same time.
Aaron moved to her pussy and put his fingers over her clit, rubbing her steadily and watching avidly as she was brought to a heaving, moaning morning climax despite – or, in her case probably because of -the harsh discipline she had just received. “Good girl, Mandy,” both men praised at the same time. Ted patted her flank absently, but neither of them moved from their spots until every last contraction had been milked from her body.
The last thing they did to her – or rather Aaron did – was take her temperature rectally with a very long, thickish thermometer which looked like a candy thermometer. It was eased into her bottom slick as a whistle, the same way those awful “pills” of theirs were last night, and she didn’t know how long it stayed in there, but it was too long for her – she hated being held open like that in her bottom.
“Excellent work, Ted,” Aaron said, once he’d extracted it from her butt and read it, cleaning it then putting it away with all of the grooming things.
They worked in silence for a few minutes setting the stall to rights, then they each released an ankle and extended her leg back, just like a farrier shoeing a horse, enclosing her whole foot and leg – to just below her knee – in something very heavy and boot-like that laced up the front and zipped up the side until it clasped her calf and foot like a second skin – a very heavy, awkward skin.
When the grooming platform was returned to floor level, Mandy was helped to her feet, although her head was still cross tied, it had been raised some. Her arms were once again bound behind her, the thumbless mittens still in place. Aaron released one rein into his hand and then the other, grabbing them well up by her head and allowing her to stand – or really totter, because the boots they had put on her feet made her balance largely on her tiptoes and she was terribly afraid she might fall. “Stand proud, Mandy – head up, breasts out.”
Ted stood in front of her, shaking his head. “Man, she’s a gorgeous piece of horseflesh, even without all the folderol they want in the ring!” He reached out and grabbed a wobbling breast in each hand and shook it. “Just look at these udders! Think of when they’re full of milk
– she’s gonna be a fantastic brood mare.”
Aaron let his hand wander down her flank and over her bumpy bottom, squeezing gently.
“Remember your manners, Mandy,” he reminded sternly. “And when you walk, you are to pick those knees up high and look only straight ahead. And throw your udders out well in front of you. They’re the first thing anyone is going to notice about you until your mane is let loose. Make the men want to touch your boobies – they will, and you will not object to it. Your udders are there to be massage and squeezed and your little teats are there to be pinched and pulled hard
– especially once your milk comes in once you’ve been successfully bred.
“Walk proud,” he ordered, clucking to her with his tongue.
Ted criticized – and swatted her sharply – as did Aaron, as she walked. Somehow, they each seemed to have a paddle in their hands, which they applied liberally to her bottom when she erred. “Bring those knees high up with each step, Mandy. Do it,” Ted encouraged, smacking away at her bottom while she tried to do as he said and as Aaron said, trying but failing miserably to avoid any more torture to her aching butt cheeks.
Mandy was still very involved in trying to remember everything they were saying to her
– and especially what they were whacking her for – but she also noticed something on this trip that she hadn’t noticed when she was lead into her stall for the first time – there were mirrors everywhere , emphasizing just how nude and vulnerable she was, and how lasciviously she was displayed as she walked head-on towards another huge mirrored wall!
“Don’t fall behind, Mandy,” Aaron scolded, thwacking her soundly several times to help her remember when she became so absorbed in her absurd appearance that she almost stopped walking. When she turned on her way into the training ring, she caught a glimpse of the state of her own bottom – it looked like she’d been beaten to within an inch of her life. Somehow just seeing it made it hurt more.
By the time they got to where they were going, which was the training paddock, her bottom was in an even more atrocious state than when they’d left and her thigh and calf muscles were killing her as well as her shoulders. She had not just one groom attending to her disciplinary needs, but two who were very quick to use their implements on her at the slightest notion, and they continued to do so during her forty-five minute first training session, which really only consisted of learning to walk correctly while being led around. Luckily, Mandy caught on fairly easily – well, she learned what was expected of her, anyway, not that she always remembered to do it, but one of them always remembered to remind her quite sharply.
Finally, she set free in a big clean white-fenced paddock, those horrible boots still on her feet, of course, making her stumble and her feet hurt, and her arms still bound tightly behind her back making a lewd display of her breasts. Her bridle was still on, but there were no reins attached.
Mandy could see that there was a group of women – women ponies – at the far end of the fence, but she was in no hurry to join them, nor did she want them coming near her, but, of course, they did all at once, until high and mighty Mandy – who wasn’t feeling anywhere near as high and mighty as she usually did – was backed right into a corner. Aaron and Ted were only a few steps away, watching the action with great interest.
The other ponies, having been there for over a year at least, all of them, did not have their hands bound behind their backs like she did, nor were they hobbled as she was. Mandy felt ashamed that she was presenting her breasts to them in such a flagrant and embarrassing manner. Merry – short for Merryweather – was the closest thing there was to a leader of the fillies that were out there. She was the oldest one there and was currently in a breeding program that put her with one particular stallion that Aaron owned because he hoped that their bright blonde coloring would reappear in any foals. Merry reached out to touch the newcomer, in a gesture that was purely intended to offer comfort, but Mandy managed – somehow, and no one knew exactly how – to growl at Merry, deep in her throat, sending the majority of the ponies skittering away. But Merry merely took a step back and stayed.
Ted burst out laughing, not particularly concerned about anyone’s safety. The mares in the herd in front of Mandy were all settled brood mares who wanted to be nothing but kind to her, and Mandy was essentially neutered by her restraints and hobbles. “How the hell’d she do that?”
Aaron was wearing a surprised grin himself. “Dunno. Mandy’s full of surprises.”
Several hands and grooms appeared to watch the show. “You got your hands full with that little filly, don’cha, Boss?” Ronny teased, and the other men laughed.
Debbie, who had just been released into the paddock by her groom, Eric, after her own first training period, walked over to where Merry was standing in front of Mandy, then tried to approach Mandy herself. Debbie’s arms were not bound behind her and she looked infinitely more comfortable than Mandy was. Another low hissing growl issued from Mandy, who took a threatening step towards both ponies.
Eventually, Debbie left Mandy alone to go learn how to fit in with the herd that had regrouped about twenty feet away, still watching the frightening newcomer warily. Mandy noticed that although Debbie’s bottom had some welts and was fairly reddened all over, her bottom was in nowhere near the atrocious condition Mandy’s was. But then, Debbie probably hadn’t tried to escape. Merry, however, stayed a closer but respectful distance away as if she was waiting for the new girl to come around and recognize that no one in the herd was going to hurt her.
Nothing much happened for a while – Mandy stayed in the corner of the corral with Merry about ten feet away from her, and the herd drifted off since there wasn’t anything exciting going on. Then the dinner bell rang and the hands began to fill the feed troughs with more of the same sweet grain the mares had had for breakfast, which sent them all scattering to munch on their noon meal… except for Mandy, who stood staunchly in her corner. Merry tried to coax her out, and got hissed at as her reward, but she stood by the prickly little mare, and that’s why Aaron told Ted to go get two feed bags.
Ted did exactly as he was told, but as he handed them to Aaron, he shook his head and said, “You’re gonna spoil that one, Boss.”
Aaron nodded his head in agreement at his own stupidity. “I know, I know, I just hate to see any of ‘em go hungry,” he caught Mandy’s eye as he approached Merry, saying, “even if it is just due to their pure-ty stubbornness.”
Merry walked right over to the big man and nuzzled her cheek against his chest. Aaron smiled indulgently down at her and ran his fingers through her scalp in a massaging motion that he knew she particularly liked as the filly dropped to all fours automatically to feed. “You deserve a reward, too, Merry, for trying to help your ungrateful new friend.” The feed bag he put over her mouth fit like a surgeon’s mask and looped over the mare’s ears until it was removed. He’d had Ted add some apple and carrot chunks to her mix and Merry munched happily away, lazily watching what happened with the new girl.
Since she was already in a corner, there really wasn’t anywhere for Mandy to go to get away from him. He had her trapped in about four steps, then he helped her to her hands and knees by saying “feed”, and pressing his own knee gently into hers to encourage her into the all fours position. Her wrists were restrained in front of her, bound tightly together so that she could balance on them while she ate. The feed bag was looped around her ears, but Mandy did not settle down and eat like a normal mare. She spent most of lunch trying to figure out how to get the feed bag off her face. She didn’t like it at all. Aaron clenched his jaw against a smile at the little pain in the butt, and went one better on her, bolting her wrists to the floor so that she could not use them for leverage to help herself get out of the feed bag. So the little scamp heaved in place for a minute, and Ted and Aaron could just see the wheels turning in her head as she simply worked out another way to do away with it by rubbing her ears against her shoulders until the loops were worked back over one ear, then she was able to let it dangle off the other ear and down on to the perfumed straw.
The triumphant smile on her face was absolutely priceless – and her inventive gyrations had both men laughing until it hurt. “You are something, Mandy-girl. What you are I haven’t quite decided yet, besides a beautiful thorn in my side, but you are something.” Aaron chuckled and helped Mandy to her feet, rebinding her arms behind her and handing the reins to Ted.
“Why don’t you take her back to her stall for quiet time and I’ll distribute some of the sweet grain to everyone else?”
As she was being led out of the paddock, Mandy heard a sharp whistle and more of the clicks he made out of the side of his mouth, then she heard a lot of artificial hooves thundering towards where Aaron had been, and heard him mumbling teasingly to his girls. “That’s it, Patty, don’t let Peggy steal your thunder, girl, that’s your handful, not hers. Peggy, do you want a taste of my paddle or are you going to settle down and act like a ponygirl and not a ponypig? Teensie, there you go, pretty girl. Abby, come here and get some now, don’t be shy. I don’t bite – much,” he’d added, and all of the girls did what passed now for a laugh.
As she passed down the long corridor towards her stall, she could see that he was surrounded by eager ponies and was hand feeding each one of them, offering a warm pat here, a tweak of a nipple there or a smack to someone’s bottom who got too uppity and demanding of him. It was painfully obvious that he loved each and every one of the mares in front of him for their own individual characteristics – personality, looks, abilities. He knew who was a little reluctant in the group and needed some gentle encouragement, and who was apt to try to weasel another’s portion away from her, who needed a firm hand on a tender bottom to bring her into line and who just needed a sharp look to remember to mind him.
Ted was being just as hard as always on her as she walked back and by the time she was put down for what they called “Quiet Time” her bottom was throbbing again from his multiple applications of that paddle as she was walked back to her stall. As he was putting her to bed, he spoke to her continually, as he did while he was grooming or training her. “Quiet Time now, girl, for a couple hours – ponies need to be still after they’ve ate – even those who haven’t ate – “ he gave her “the eye” pointedly. “Sleep if you can – “ she looked at him worriedly, but he seemed to know what was on her mind. “No, no fussy pill right now. Tonight when you go to sleep though, but not now.” He kissed her on the forehead much as Aaron had done last night.
“You get some shuteye, little filly. It’s the best thing for you.”
He shut the stall door, which locked automatically behind him, and Mandy didn’t know it because of course she couldn’t see him, but he stayed right there on one of those God-awful stools, watching and listening to her. After a few sniffles and sobs that were heartrendingly endearing, she dropped off like someone had flipped a light switch.
Aaron happened by and looked in on her, then drew up a stool to sit next to Ted. “How’s our girl doing?”
“A little fussy and some tears, then she fell right off to sleep.”
“Good deal. Hey, if you wanna go see some of your other fillies, you go right ahead and I’ll watch her.”
Ted was off his stool in a heartbeat with a somewhat apologetic grin. “I miss my girls,” he offered by way of explanation for his eagerness.
“I got no problem with that,” Aaron commented, in fact, it was exactly what he encouraged. “Go get ‘em, stud,” he teased.
The big older man actually blushed, then set off at a trot for the other side of the stables where the majority of his mares were. Grooms or trainers did not have a lot of mares that they were entirely dedicated to – the ratio was generally two mares to one groom/trainer, and some grooms specialized in the newbies, like Ted did, so although he would see a mare through her induction training, he might pass her off to a new groom – usually his secondary during training
– at the end of the six week period. But he always liked to keep an eye on them even after they’d left his care, and that was certainly something Aaron encouraged in his employees. So even if Ted didn’t even touch them, he would try to be present for any breeding – especially any firsttimers – any special training, any ring exercises, vet visits, farrier visits, etc just so that the ponygirl would see a lot of familiar faces rooting for her and guiding her with praise and encouragement to be well behaved. Ted, like Aaron, liked to service his primary girls at least once a day – more if there was time, but at least once a day on top of the grooming pleasures that were required.
It was two-thirty before Aaron started to see Mandy moving about on her silk covered hay bed, and that was his signal to service his own mare – well, not breed her as Ted was undoubtedly doing with his fillies – but to give her pleasure that she would be even less likely to be able to fight against it. Aaron loved to wake his girls up with some loving, and he was dying to get his mouth on Mandy’s beautiful pussy, which is exactly what he did.
“Someone needs to be loved awake, I think,” he whispered hoarsely, letting his eyes adore her, drinking in her blind, helpless position with her neck on a short leash to the floor, arms banded tightly together and tethered to the same toggle as her collar so that they were well out of the way, ankles on a shortened hobble and also tied to the floor. The only restraint that Aaron changed was her ankles, drawing them up and back and tying them there to one of the many restraint leashes that were built into the ceiling, just enough that her hips were spreading them wide apart so that they would offer no obstacles to his watering mouth he stared down at that bare, pink pussy and literally watched as her cream began to flow from between those gorgeous lips from just his words and her position.
Aaron had to caution himself not to fall on her like a ravening beast. He prostrated himself before her – which he felt was an extremely apt position since he could quite happily die with his face between her legs, listening to her pleasured moans and groans… or with his cock buried deep inside her, but then this was a pleasure position, ever a breeding one; mares never faced those who were servicing them – they were only taken from behind.
He pressed his face against her genitals, refusing to use his hands to keep her lips apart, instead he moved his lips and mouth over her until she yielded naturally to his teasing pressure. Once he had her nicely swollen clitty in his mouth, he latched onto it as the source of sustenance it was – it sustained the bond between groom/trainer and ponygirl through intimacy and pleasure; there was little in this life more intimate than to be bound, naked and helpless, with a man’s eager lips and tongue suckling at the most private place on a mare’s body – and this ritual would be repeated innumerable times just within the next six weeks. Usually by that time the mere assumption of a position on her back would cause a ponygirl to cream, but Mandy, as usual, was way ahead of everyone else in the sexual response area.
As Aaron was diligently, luxuriously washing and lapping and suckling at that prominent bump, Ted came in quietly, so as not to disturb the scene of a filly being attended to by her groom. He did as any second in this case was expected to do. He lay down on his stomach in the hay, also, up by Mandy’s torso, taking a firm hold of each of her breasts and massaging them in manner that was extremely arousing but not particularly gentle – in fact it was designed by Aaron originally as a method to help encourage mares to produce milk, and it used a groom’s naturally strong, hard fingers to actively, forcefully stimulate every part of the udders as well as spending a good amount of time agitating those rosy pink teats, pulling and pinching and rolling them, and it did hurt – most of the ponies groaned and keened while they were being forcemilked like this if there was nothing else going on like what Aaron was doing. But in combination with something tickling their cunnies, it made for much harder orgasms, and that’s what Aaron liked his fillies to have – long, hard contractions that wore them out and relaxed them. A sexually satisfied mare was less likely to rebel, so Ted had a feeling that this was going to be an extremely frequent scene in Mandy’s future. Due to her blatantly sexual response to punishment and her tendency to fight against her lot in life – no pony had ever or would ever escape this compound; Aaron had tremendous security at this place, either he or Aaron would probably be at Mandy five to six times a day – especially once Aaron had popped her cherry, which he knew would be done fairly shortly.