Now, the last thing she wanted was for her new master to find out what she had been up to, so she had crept in ever so quietly. Fortunately for her the stables, where she slept, were quite a distance from his room. It was large house by anyone's standards, complete with servants' wing. Set on sprawling grounds with lush paddocks and gardens, it was very different from the tiny flat down town she had had shared with the two other girls. It was a lovely place to live.
Now the stables were not like you might think. They were not designed for four legged ponies. No, these were for the master's lovely two-legged variety. Each spacious stall had been well appointed. A large bed to the side of the room set very low to the floor, a couple of pieces of occasional furniture, and a large bathroom towards the back. He had been generous with their accommodation; as a very wealthy man, he could afford to be. He could buy just about anything he wanted badly enough, and so he did. Two other pony girls lived at the house.
Turning her head on her pillow she remembered she was still wearing the leather bridle. She had meant to remove the stupid thing before going to bed, but had simply been too exhausted. She had intended to do it even before getting back, only she had been unable to unfasten the silly buckle. So, she had fallen asleep with her tail in and the bridle on. Sleep had come easily that night, regardless of the uncomfortable pony gear.
Sitting up in bed she considered the previous evening's events. At first she had panicked when he had slipped the bridle over her head, and his nasty crop sure had stung her poor little ass; however, it had all be worth it to feel his huge throbbing cock inside her later. Maybe this pony thing is a fetish a number of men in this town enjoyed. It was after all a town deep into the rural area, not at all like the city where she had grown up. Or maybe some of these men have been around horses too long, she though with a smirk.
She could be certain her master would not approve of his new pony girl enjoying being fucked by other men, and common workers at that, but he would never have to find out. She may have allowed the first one to fuck her, but she felt quite sure he would have been proud of her the way she bucked the others as they had tried to mount her. The sight had amused those watching, sufficiently so that most had jerked off within a few minutes anyway. She hadn't been interested in any more fucking that night once the cowboy had fuck her. His big hard cock... she giggled softly and thought - a cowboy who's hung like a horse.
Sleepily she slipped off her bed and knelt on the floor. Again she fumbled around with the metal buckle behind her head, but she couldn't seem to unfasten it. She began to worry. Her new master would surely come looking for her soon.
She heard footsteps outside, and then looked up to see her master standing there in the doorway, but who was that standing next to him? Fuck! It was the cowboy from the previous night. Had he told her master she had sneaked off to the bar last night?
"Yes, I thought you would be surprised to see Roy here my dear," her master said, his lips curling into a thin smile. "I have hired him to train you. He is one of the most experienced pony trainers I know. Of course I will be watching your training sessions from now on. I want to make sure my money is being well spent, and it will please me very much to observe." Then turning to the cowboy, "I see you have bridled her already Roy."
The cowboy didn't reply. Remembering his time with her, he just grinned and licked his lips as he stared down at her lovely nakedness.
As the two men stood side by side she couldn't help be notice how different they were. Patrick, her master was older. A slim almost thin man, immaculate in his grooming, with dark slightly graying slicked back hair. His clothes were well tailored and looked new. Here was man clearly unaccustomed to manual labor. The cowboy on the other hand was a big man. His shoulders, chest and neck were thick and muscular, his face tanned and weathered, and his light brown hair tussled and unruly. The clothes he wore, jeans and boots, were casual and looked scruffy next to her master's. Clearly he was a man who made his living working hard with his hands and body.
Patrick walked over to the side of her stall and sat down in a large comfortable chair. He opened a small silver case he was holding, took a cigarette out and casually lit. Inhaling deeply he then leaned back in readiness to watch.
"You may begin Roy," he said with a wave of this well manicured hand.
The cowboy strolled over to where she was kneeling, and stood beside her.
He was a tall man, yet she had the feeling even if he hadn't been she would have still felt his masculine dominance.
"Get down on your hands and knees girl" he ordered, pointing his leather crop to the floor. She glanced across to her master for his reaction, however her hesitation cost her a sharp and stinging slap to her ass. Her body jerk as it struck, and she glared up at him.
Angrily she dropped down to all fours. Roy reached down and picked up her reigns, giving them a quick jerk to gain her full attention.
"You will remain on your hands and knees at all time when in my presence. You will not speak. You will stamp your 'hoof' on the floor once for yes and twice for no. You will not touch yourself without permission. That sweet little cunt is for the use and pleasure of others now", he told her, tapping his crop between her thighs, and adding, "Obey me and you will learn fast. Give me any trouble and you will be punished. Is that clear girl?"
Her mind raced, trying to think how she could outwit this man. He may have been a great fuck last night, but today his arrogance was just plain irritating, however, rather than suffer another slap, she hit her fist down on the floor once.
Who does this man think he is ordering her about like this? She thought, I'm not his property. If he thinks he can 'train' me to his ways, he had better think again. I'm not a horse or pony, even if I did agreed to wear this stupid gear.
"That's a good girl" he smirked, stroking the side of her lovely face with his fingers, but as he did she swung her head around and sunk her teeth into the side of his hand.
"Fuck!" He hissed, jerking away.
"I warned you I thought she might be a fiery one Roy," her master chuckled.
The cowboy held his hand to his mouth for a moment, and then he grinned and told her, "I think I'm going to enjoy taming and training a frisky little filly like you."
Once again he pulled on her reigns, he wanted her closer to the bed, but she resisted. A couple of quick sharp slaps to the back of her thighs however convinced her to obey. He wrapped the leather straps tightly around the bar at the end of her bed, and moved quietly behind her. She tried turning her head to see what he was up to, but the reigns were tethered too tightly. Again and again she felt the sharp sting of his crop on her ass and the back of her legs. Sharp strikes that left stinging welts on her soft flesh. She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself; determined not to make a sound. Not because she feared the punishment, so much as she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. After several minutes he stopped. Her ass and the back of her legs burnt. Tears had formed and trickled down her cheeks as she quietly sobbed and sniffed, and lowered her head. She could hear him breathing heavily. It had taken quiet an effort to whip her ass like that.
"Good little pony girls don't bit. Are you going to behave, or do you need more convincing?"
Reluctantly hit her fist on the floor.
Leaving her tethered to the bed, he leaned down to her, and gently stroking the welts on her ass and legs with his rough hands. He smiled as spoke. "You know I don't like having to hurt pretty little fillies like you. You're going to be good for me now aren't you?"
Again she hit her fist on the floor.
Little wonder the old man had to have this one, Roy mused as he gently stroke her. Her skin was smooth and the color of light honey, her legs long and lean. Her hair, soon to be trimmed into a mane was long, soft, and golden. Gently he pushed his hand up between her thighs and under her tail. Her cunt felt warm and wet to touch.
