As Jim headed back up the road towards New Farm he mused over what had happened. Sure, Mrs Johnson had played a game of cat and mouse with him and his swollen balls and damp clothing were a testament to the off hand way she had dismissed him but, and it was a huge 'but', somehow he didn't mind. He thought over how magnificent she had looked, laid out on the sun lounger, or when she had stood up, towering over him with her wrap wide open. He remembered her fingers playing along the length of his penis, his penis which stirred in its cage at the memory. He remembered the taste of her as he had worshipped. She implied that she wanted to do the same again tomorrow and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, she'd take pity on him and let him come but whether she did or not he'd go and he'd go willingly,
By the time he got back to the farm it was nearly three o'clock and some of the younger girls would be arriving soon. He bustled round, making sure that the place was as perfect as he could make it and he was just dropping the last load on the manure heap when he heard a car arriving. Sure enough it was Mrs Johnson and her daughter who, along with her friends, rushed to the stables to see to their ponies. Jim quickly washed of his hands and went to help.
As he bustled around the stables, fetching tack, tightening straps and generally making sure that the girl's ponies were properly saddled before they headed for the paddock, Mrs Johnson stood to one side, watching, with an amused smile on her face. Finally he had the four girls sorted but, as soon as he let them out into the yard, another car pulled in, disgorging another set of pre-teens. As he went back into the stable block Mrs Johnson called him over.
"Looks like my puppy has his hands full, there doesn't seem to be any time for us to play. Maybe I'll see you later," she said quietly before walking off to her car.
For the next couple of hours Jim hardly stopped. By the time the younger girls had finished their elder sisters were arriving. Jim spent the entire time sorting out tack and, even when Amanda and her friends arrived, it was all strictly business. No sooner had he got one set out of the door than another returned back. It was well gone six before it settled down and most of the girls had left but when Jim tried to return some bridles to the tack room he found Karen guarding the door.
"The tack room's out of bounds; wait here." She said curtly.
As Jim stood waiting she looked him up and down which made Jim far more uncomfortable than Mrs Johnson had ever done.
"You're pathetic," she said at last. "You were pathetic at school and you're still pathetic."
Jim didn't know how to answer, or even if an answer was required, but he was saved by the door opening and Amanda appeared leading...
"Here's a new pony for you," she said. "Find a stall for her and make sure she's put away securely."
Jim's jaw dropped. Standing behind Amanda was Kathy, evidently the 'new pony'. She was stark naked except for a criss-cross structure of straps which did nothing to cover either her breasts or her groin. Her arms were fastened behind her back which, combined with the strapping, acted to thrust out her breasts and make them more prominent. She stood several inches taller than usual and when Jim looked down he could see why. Her feet were encased in some sort of boot which ended with a horseshoe type arrangement. The tight strapping around the leather encasing her calves must be holding her foot inside almost on tiptoe. Her head was encased in the same sort of bridle that he had been forced to wear yesterday. Jim caught her eye but the stare that returned was full of venom.
"Well, don't just stand gawking. Take Tubby to her stall," Amanda continued
She passed Jim a set of reins and he led Kathy, or should that be 'Tubby' down the main aisle of the stable block looking for a stall. Tubby was an apt, if cruel pony name for Kathy. Whilst she wasn't obese in any real sense she had rounded figure which failed to achieve the stick thin profile that all the girls seemed to strive for. Once he had found an empty stall her led her inside and tied the reins off to a suitable hook. It was only when he did so that he saw the final indignity. Protruding from a plastic strip at the base of her spine was a tail which looked really authentic. What Jim couldn't tell was how it was held in place.
"Good, now it's your turn," Amanda said sweetly.
"My turn, Miss Fforbes?" Jim queried.
"How dare you answer me back!" Amanda snapped. "Get in the tack room and strip – now!"
Jim hurried back down the stables to the tack room. So, earlier he had been a puppy, now he was going to be a pony, but he was far more scared of what Amanda had in store for him than he ever was with Mrs Johnson. When he got to the tack room he found that the previously locked cupboard was now wide open but he had no time to look properly. Amanda was close behind him and he knew that he needed to strip smartly or he would be in even more trouble. Trying to balance the need for haste with a reasonable amount of tidiness he removed his clothes and put them on a chair all the time under the watchful eyes of the three girls.
"Turn and face the wall." Amanda ordered once he was naked.
Jim did as he was told and, almost immediately his arms were tugged behind his back. He couldn't see exactly what was happening but he felt his arms being encased to above the elbows and then drawn together. Whatever it was they were putting on him it was being drawn tighter and tighter until it was beginning to feel like his arms would be dislocated. At last they were satisfied and he was turned around. Next on was the bridle. Unlike the one he had worn the previous day this had a plain metal bit but it was still big enough to fill his mouth and, if not exactly gag him, severely restrict his ability to speak. Again the straps were fixed uncomfortably tight.
The harness was a somewhat simpler affair than the one worn by Tubby. Fundamentally it was a wide belt with shoulder straps. It took a bit of wiggling to get the straps under his restrained arms but it was soon fitted.
Finding a pair of boots that fitted was more of a struggle. There were four or five pairs at the bottom of the cupboard but Jim seemed to fall between two sizes. Eventually the smaller size was chosen and, although it was uncomfortably tight, Jim was glad of all the support that this gave as he tried to find his balance on the tips of his toes.
Then he was led to the table; his bound hands were tugged backwards and upwards bending him over so that his body lay along the top. There was some muttering coming from the area around the cupboard; there seemed to be some debate as to which tail to use and it would seem that the lubricant, so recently used to fit Tubby's tail, had been mislaid. Fortunately, just as they decided to do without, it was found and Jim felt his feet being pushed apart and then the cool gel being squeezed between the cheeks of his buttocks.
Jim had already guessed where the tail was going but it was still a shock when he felt the tip of the butt plug being pushed against his sphincter. He tried hard to relax but the girls were impatient and he was being forced open, wider and wider, until even the bridle couldn't stifle his cry of pain. However that didn't stop them and he felt the plug being twisted this way and that to force it past the resistance until, suddenly it reached some sort of neck and the width dropped holding it fully inside, locked by his clenched sphincter. Once the plug was in place he could feel how it held an extension reaching up between his butt cheeks holding the tail which fell down behind him, coming to just short of his knees.
With the tail in place he was pulled back upright and a long leather rein attached to the left hand side of his bridle.
"There, not bad." Sandra commented. "We've never had a stallion before."
"Stallion!" Sneered Amanda. "Gelding, more like. Even if his pathetic little weenie wasn't locked away there's precious little he could do with it."
"Come along, pony, walk on." Amanda said in the same tone that she would use talking to a real horse and, tottering on the tips of his boots, Jim had no option but to follow. As they went towards the show jumping arena Karen was sent to fetch Tubby. Amanda led Jim over to one side of the arena and tied off his rein.
"Ah, Tubby!" Amanda called out as Karen and Tubby entered. "Come here and show this novice how it's done."
She went to the side of the arena and where a small sulky stood and picked up off the seat a buggy whip of the sort used by carriage drivers to control their horses. She then went back and, taking Tubby's rein from Karen, let it out so that there was about nine feet of slack. Tubby then paraded around Amanda, keeping the rein reasonably taught and using a selection of different steps as called out by Amanda. Any mistakes, any missteps, were promptly pointed out by Amanda who reinforced the message using the tip of the whip.
This was evidently not the first time Tubby had performed these tricks and, although she was never going to be graceful, she showed a certain aptitude. More than that, whilst she was going through her paces, her eyes took on a faraway look and her face became flushed. When she had finished Amanda dropped the whip before gently pulling on the reins until she was standing face to face. Then she turned Tubby around and wrapped her arms about her so that her left hand was fondling a breast whilst her right hand was deep in her groin.
"Do you see, doormat, do you see how a well trained pony behaves." Amanda's fingers worked in circles and Tubby, obviously aroused opened her thighs a bit and leant back. "A good little pony like Tubby gets all sorts of treats, doesn't she?"
Tubby whinnied gently through her bit as her hips pushed forward against the motion of Amanda's fingers.
"Yes, Tubby's a good little pony; she'll do everything we ask, everything, just to please her owners. Now, what about you, doormat? Do you think you could do as well? Let's see, shall we? Karen, could you look after Tubby?"
Amanda handed Tubby's reins to Karen who led her to the side of the arena. Then Amanda went over to where Jim was tethered and, untying his rein, led him back to the centre where she used the whip to guide Jim until the rein was tight.
"Now then, doormat, we'll start with the basics. Walk on!" Amanda reinforced this with a tap of the whip on Jim's backside.
Walking in the boots had been hard, even without the tug of the reins, but trying to keep his steps neat, regular, formal, was next to impossible. Amanda was showing increasing impatience with his mistakes and using the whip harder and harder against him. More and more she ordered him on, criticising his missteps, accenting her words with the tip of the whip. It was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened and he tripped over himself and, without his hands to help protect him, he crashed to the ground.
