This is the last instalment and I apologise for the wait. I'd written the previous four instalments before sending the first one in but I had difficulty in finishing the last. I hope you enjoy it.
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As usual we have Male Dom, female sub, bondage, some punishment, pony play and general teasing of sub with Dom taking advantage of sub (as they do). Don't forget, this is fiction NOT a training manual!
Early the next morning, I awoke to the sun streaming through the window and a gorgeous hump of buttock immediately in front of my eyes. I admired the shape for a few moments and then, reluctantly, slapping it and saying "Get your lazy backside up and out of here. I want my breakfast now." A head appeared from beneath the bedding and a small voice said "At once, master, I await details of what kind of breakfast you require." Nicely done, I thought, not an excuse but a reason. We will see.
"two rashers, one scrambled egg, done correctly, two pieces of toast, medium, and a pot of black tea, not too strong. Serve in the dining room. Make porridge for yourself -- 1 part oats to 5 parts water. Use a wine glass as measure. Bring to boil and simmer for one minute. Get to it and I want it in less than half an hour."
I stayed in bed for a few minutes after she left then went into the bathroom for a shower. Having dried myself, I dressed and went downstairs and into the dining room. She had laid out cutlery and cup. I sat down as she brought in my breakfast. She remembered to serve on the left. After serving the food she poured out a cup of black tea, stood across from me and waited. "Fine." I said "Bring your porridge in and eat it." I proceeded to enjoy my food. She had cooked the eggs correctly this time. She brought in her bowl filled with porridge, placed it on the floor opposite, knelt and began to eat. I had not tied her hair back, so I called her "Get over here, Your pony tail needs fastening, otherwise you'll get porridge in your hair." I tied the pony tail and told her to finish eating as I poured a second cup of tea.
"As this is the last day, I'm going to try you in harness. Normally I'd train you for several weeks before putting you in harness, but under the circumstances I feel that a sample of pony driving might be useful. Clean your bowl and take the dishes to the kitchen. You can wash up later. Come straight outside to the barn." I left the room and headed to the barn. While I waited for her, I sorted out the harness ready.
When she came in, I ordered her to stand in the middle of the barn. I fastened a broad belt across the hips, it had two thin straps mounted on top and two below. The top ones were led across her chest, between the breasts and over the shoulders. They dropped down her back and were fastened to buckles at the back. The lower ones were fed across either side of the mons and up to the belt. When secured these held the belt firmly. Her wrists were clipped to the belt. The bridle and bit she'd worn last night completed the harness.
I took hold of the bridle and walked across to the sulky, backing her between the shafts. Lifting the shafts, I fastened them to her belt and then fitted the long reins to either side of the bit, feeding the length onto the sulky seat.
Settling into the seat, I sorted the reins and took up the slack. "I said, normally I would work you for a while indoors to get you used to obeying the reins and pacing correctly. As we only have the week-end, I'll take you out untrained and attempt to give you a feel of being a ponygirl. Despite the lack of training, I will expect you to learn to obey the reins quickly. Pull to the left, go left. Pull to the right likewise. Pulling harder means turn more. Shaking both means speed up and pulling on both means slow down. If I continue to pull after you've stopped, that means back up. Remember, I control the direction; if you start doing it before I signal you'll be whipped hard and then driven blindfolded. Paces to be used, walk, trot and canter. Each is roughly twice as fast each time. Galloping will come later. I will use the whip if you are not complying correctly. It's up to you to figure out what you're doing wrong. Now then -- Walk on!" So saying, I shook both reins which I was holding in my right and struck her a light blow on the buttock with the whip in my left.
Sheba walked forward and halted as the weight of the sulky came on the belt. Crack went the whip again. "Move it. Walk on." Leaning into the harness she started the sulky moving and I pulled gently on the left rein to turn the rig towards the door. She turned and then I loosened the reins to allow her to move forwards. We passed through the doorway with no mishap and I steered her to the right to follow the lane. Once straight, I shook the reins, "giddy-up." and gave her another cut of the whip. She jumped a little then speeded up. I kept shaking the reins until I judged she was progressing at an approximate trot. "That's the way. Now keep it like that." I praised. We trotted along the lane with the sulky bouncing a little on the rough surface.
I let her taste the whip lightly and fairly regularly to keep the pace up but didn't use much weight. The early part of the lane was slightly up hill which made it difficult for her but soon we reached the top and the lane dipped down. When it did so, I call "speed up -- canter." She speeded up but not enough. Several lashes made her try harder and we cantered for about a hundred yards before she began to blow. I pulled the reins saying "Whoa there now, Whoa." Sheba slowed to a walk and then to a standstill. I climbed out of the rig and went to her. Holding the bridle, I rubbed her nose and played with her ears, while praising her for working so well. As I did so, she puffed and panted and tried to recover her breath. When she was breathing normally, I pulled on the bridle and turned the rig around to go back.
I climbed aboard again, shook the reins and called "walk on." One crack with the whip was all that was needed to get her moving back towards the barn. When we were about two hundred yards from the barn, I slowed down to a saunter, letting her cool off before we reached the barn. When we arrived at the barn, I climbed down and led her into it, praising her all the time. I led her into the middle, then backing her and the sulky into it's corner. Climbing down I went to her and patted her shoulder, praising her attempt at being a pony. I stepped back and looked at her. I was genuinely pleased, I had always wanted to possess a ponygirl and seeing her now, arms fastened behind, fitted with harness, bridle and bit, standing in the shafts of my sulky awaiting my pleasure; my joy was complete. Almost without thinking my hand had slid from her shoulder to her neck, rubbed her ear and then travelled down her arm, over the belt and was exploring her buttock. I brought my other hand up and caressed her breast, working slowly across towards her areola and nipple. Gentle stroking and squeezing quickly brought her nipples hard and she shuffled her feet while trying not to move under the stimulation. Relenting, I leaned forward and sucked on her nipple. As she groaned from my ministrations, after a final squeeze of her breast and buttock I released my hands then unhitched her.
Walking over to the tack area, I hitched her lead onto the collar and fastened it to a metal ring on the wall. Clipping her wrist straps together, I unfastened belt and straps, then removed and hung it up on the tack wall, as I did with the bridle and bit. When I took out the bit, she untensioned her jaw and licked her lips to remove some of the dribble.
I got a bucket of water and a large sponge, then began by washing her face and neck. I worked down Sheba's body, paying special attention to her breasts and vagina; after all that's part of the perks of having my own pony slave. I then washed buttocks and legs before drying her with a cloth, again paying attention to the interesting bits.
