Looking down upon my Pony as she is tied to the bed lying facedown and spread eagle, I lift the crop and again and ever so swiftly bring it down upon her rosy red cheeks. The crop finding its mark bites into her and her left cheek quivers. Pony winces and bites down on her bit, know she is not allowed to cry out. The discipline today is for the week of sarcasms and quick-witted barbs projected unintentionally at her Master. Pony is aware that it will be a long weekend with a very sore ass and a new found respect for the crop and paddle her Master has fashioned for her.
The Master's Pony is quick of mind and sharp of tongue and at times forgets her place when her Master calls her to check up upon her. Without the daily discipline, Pony is aware she is need of, her temper often takes over and the stress of not being direct enough at the incompetent boobs she has the unfortunate direction she must work for, at times comes out sideways at the one she is devoted and enslaved too. Therefore her Master must make the most of their time together when he is in town.
The crop finds it mark again on the right cheek. Welts begin to rise and moisture begins to flow as Pony's flower begins to bloom and swell with desire. She bites against the bit firmly in place between her lips and smiles knowing she deserves each welt and bruise she will endure as she sits over the following week. Pony thinks back to the time of her vanilla sex life and wonders how she could have over looked the devious and wonderful pleasure the crop and paddle in her Masters hand have brought her. Although, Pony thinks to herself, "I have been spanked and whipped before but never have I gotten so wet, moist and full of desire and lust just because of a spanking." Pony looks to the inner recesses of her heart and knows it's not the crop and paddle but her Master that she loves and longs for, knowing she is safe with him. "Whack!" The paddle has replaced the crop; Pony involuntarily lets out a yelp as the Raven engraved paddle her Master carved for her, stings her ass.
The punishment continues and Pony's ass is beet red, swollen and hot to the touch from the spanking she has endured. Her Master takes the ice from the bucket beside the bed and begins to rub it over her swollen ass cheeks. The cold ice melting from the heat begins to flow down her crack and over her tight rosebud and flowered lips. The cool moisture is a relief and Pony attempts to raise her hips in order to relieve the pins and needles she feels prickling her skin. Pony hears, but cannot see because of the blind fold over her eyes, the ice bucket being stirred and the ice clinking inside the bucket and wonders what her Master has in mind. Master has often talked about the wonders of an ice-cold chain slipping into her pussy. Pony quivers at the thought as she feels her Masters hand slip between her thighs and cup her swollen lips. Pony can feel the Astroglide on her Masters hand as his fingers slip between her folds finding her engorged clit standing proud and sensitive. Master squeezes and pulls at her clit and slides his two free fingers into her fucking her, dipping deeper to rub her g-spot.
"Please, Master!" Pony tries to cry out as she raises her hips trying to meet the thrusts of his fingers.
"What are trying to say Pony?" Master inquires. " Are you trying to speak with out permission again? Shame on you!" Master removes his fingers and smacks her pussy with such quickness, Pony yelps in surprise, despite knowing the consequences.
"Just for that Pony, you pleasure is going to be delayed again. Is that understood Pony?" Master states in harsh and stern tone.
Pony shakes her head in response indicating she understood and will obey.
"I am going to untie you now Pony. You will not move, you will stay perfectly still until I tell you otherwise. Is that understood Pony?"
Pony shakes her head again.
Master stands up and sets the bucket of ice on the table and smacks her reddened and welted ass again with his hand. Master laughs out loud and states, "You do have a terrible time learning don't you Pony? When will you get control over your urges to speak out when you are about to cum? Always the slut aren't you?"
Pony knew better than to respond in anyway and it excited her when her Master spoke to her in this way. He rarely called her derogatory and degrading names but when he did she knew there would be new and kinkier things to try and do together. Pony smiled as best she could given the fact she was drooling and bitted and could not see a damn thing with this new blindfold he had placed on her. She wondered where he had found the new leather and fur lined circular cups covering her eyes and she reminded herself when she was aloud to speak to inquire about them.
Pony felt the bonds around her ankles begin to loosen and fall away and felt slightly saddened but excited because she enjoyed the way she was constricted in her movements. Her Master moved to the head of the bed and began to release her wrists. Once this was complete, Pony felt her the braid of her mane being lifted.
"So you like to drool like a fool, do you!" barked her Master. Pony felt her braid being yanked back and her head lifting off the rubber sheet that covered the mattress.
"Since you like to drool, then maybe I should rub your face in it?" snapped her Master. And with that Master began to rub her face in the spit that covered the mattress.
"On second thought, since it's your drool, you will now rub your face in it alone and when I tell you to stop and start you will. Is that understood, Pony?" stated her Master.
All Pony could do was nod in submission to her Master's instruction.
"Begin!" instructed her Master. And Pony began to rub her face back and forth. The spit smearing her cheeks and nose. Her Master holding her braided mane out of the way so he could watch.
"That's a good Pony. However, you need more spit. Drool, Pony, drool for your Master." Her Master watches as she drooled and swiped her face back and forth and began to run her forehead through the slimy spittle.
"Very good, Pony. You may stop now." Instructed her Master. Master moves off the bed and lets her mane fall to the side of her face.
"Roll over now, Pony and spread your arms and legs." Master reaches out and tweaks her nipple as it comes into view. He is aware of how sensitive and hard they get when his Pony is aroused. Master takes the Japanese clover nipple clamps from beside the bed and places one on the right nipple. The nipple strains under the pinching, gripping, vice like clamps. Master takes the chain between the clamps and pulls on it making sure the clamped nipple is secure and won't accidentally slip out of its bondage. He then slips the left areola and nipple between his fingers and pulls upward, causing the nipple to stand prouder as he places the pincher like clamp around the nipple, snapping it closed. The harshness of the snapping clamp forces Pony to arch her back in surprise and shock. Pony immediately regrets her actions.
"Just what the fuck do think your doing, arching up like that? You act like some undisciplined tramp off the street that can't keep her thighs closed at the mere sight of some upturned cock!" Stormed Pony's Master. Pony knew she was in for a serious thrashing and began to feel the butterflies swirl in her stomach when she knew she had overstepped her bounds and didn't know what to expect.
Pony felt the rope being wrapped around her wrist multiple times, yet not cutting off the circulation, and pulled down ward as the single line slipped between her first and middle fingers and then wrapping around the bedpost and back between her pinking and ring finger effectively pinning her hand to the mattress, as her Master tied the rope end off to her wrist. He repeated the same to her other hand. Pony then felt the flat corded rope snake around her ankle and pulling her off center as her Master secured the rope to the end of the bedpost down low. Her Master effectively did the other leg the same way, however this bed was much wider than she was use too and Pony felt as if she were about to be split in two, her thighs were so spread apart. She felt like she was doing the splits. Her pussy gapped and flowered like a open ripe fruit, spilling moisture out for the thirsty predators of the forest to lap at and devour like a story book maiden being ravished by a hungry wolf. Her Master grinned with a mouth full of sharp teeth at his prize.
"Do you remember the time I first time I bit you on the ass, Pony? The time I left my teeth marks imprinted on your ass for days on end?" Whispered her Master as he knelt on the bed hovering over her breast. "Well, this time you'll see my mark each time you look in the mirror." And with that Pony's Master placed his hungry lips over her tit and nipped the flesh, sucking deeply, causing the blood to race to the surface and bruising her tender teat. Again and again Master bite and marked his Pony to remind her that disobedience would not be tolerated. At last he stopped, Pony's breast tender with each mark where his teeth and sucking had created a brand that would take days and weeks to diminish. Pony would not be able to wear the cooling tank tops she so loved during the hot sweltering summer days, at least for a while. A reminder for her while her Master was away and unable to tend to her as they wished he could.
