Chapter Two

The next morning, Amanda was awakened in a very slow, gentle manner, starting at about five thirty, which was close to when she usually got up in the morning. The heavy scent of lilac was pumped into the air of her stall, along with sweet, soft classical music through recessed speakers in the roof. The water in her trough began to bubble, just a slight bit louder, now that it was morning and she was more likely to drink. Aaron, who had only done a short stint in the middle of the night, because he wanted to be here first thing in the morning, relieved Ted, who had just set his stool aside and was rubbing his butt as if it hurt him.

"Been a while since you sat watch, Ted?" Aaron teased with a grin, watching Aaron come at him with a stiff gait, careful to keep his voice low as their filly awoke.

Ted gave him a sour look. "Yeah, right." This was an accepted, routine part of Ted's life, coddling the newbies on their first few nights. They both watched her begin to stir restlessly. "No problems at all last night. She slept like a baby."

"Excellent. That's just what I wanted to hear."

"Them pills are wonders, aren't they? I'm gonna go get some shut eye. I'll be back mid morning or so."

"Anytime, Ted, you get some sleep." In the middle of the night, in a whispered conference conducted just outside her stall door, Aaron told Ted that he wanted the other man to take second place in caring for Mandy – that he wanted to do the majority of it himself. Every mare had a primary and secondary groom, for instances like today where the mares that Ted usually groomed and saw to in the mornings would be taken care of by their other groom, because Ted was home getting some much needed sleep. Although it was much preferred that the primary groom do everything for his mares all the time, that was not always possible, and attentions by the secondary groom had to be as accepted by each filly just as readily as by the primary groom. Aaron was certainly qualified, overly qualified, in fact, to act as a primary, and when a particular filly caught his eye, he liked to take over the entire responsibility for her well-being. Ted was all for it. He enjoyed watching a master at work with a mare, and that was Aaron all over.

Aaron eased himself into the stall slowly, watching Mandy's bright head come up. She knew there was someone in the stall with her – smart girl – but she probably couldn't recognize who yet. Regardless, it wouldn't make much difference to her this early in her training anyway. One man was as mean and rotten as the others, she was probably thinking.

He did not approach her immediately, but made sure her shallow stainless steel feed bin was full of breakfast, which consisted of a container with a mixture of a high-calorie, low sodium, high-fiber granola-like material called chaff; it was a mixture of oats and honey and a small amount of brown sugar and cinnamon to make it quite palatable, with raisins, dates, and nuts. The second section of the trough contained a blended yogurt – the first flavor she was offered would be apple-cinnamon. Any food preferences exhibited were carefully monitored. In the mornings, the mares could eat as much as they liked; Aaron was a firm believer that breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and his girls needed all the calories they could get. Lunch would be naturally regulated by how many mares were in the paddock at one time, and dinner was quite limited, although the food was somewhat different, leaning towards a type of dried beef jerky he'd come up with that contained minimal salt, as well as what might be considered crudités in another scenario – fresh washed chunks of baby carrots and celery and cucumbers and radishes – salad food – that were sprinkled with a spice that mimicked the flavor of a mild ranch dressing. The food here was simple, but good and well prepared, and it was extremely important that the mares ate well, so as much as possible they were given flavors they liked. The granola, however, was given to everyone the same – except for those who were sensitive to nuts who got a no-nut variety. Aaron would not serve his animals anything he would not eat himself, and even his grooms snacked on the stuff and were required to eat it as readily as the mares. It was good food. The water trough ran across the tops of the other bins, within easy reach at all times, so she would be able to take a mouthful of food and a sip of water almost at the same time, if she liked.

Just as with larger canines, the troughs were head high so that the fillies did not have to bend down to the floor to eat – it was extremely bad for digestion for anyone to eat that way. Occasionally, as a treat, fresh fruits were offered, and again any preferences were duly recorded for future reference.

Once he'd made sure that all was in readiness for her, Aaron walked over and bent down in front of Mandy, saying softly, "Are we ready for a good hearty breakfast this morning?" He put his hand on her flank and she didn't flinch, but he didn't really count it as a good sign. She was probably still mostly asleep. "Close your eyes, Mandy-girl, I'm going to open your blinders and I don't want you to be startled."

For once, Mandy did something she was told, as he flipped something up, and the sun came streaming against her eyelids.

"Open slowly, baby."

She did, but they watered terribly anyway. Aaron hunkered down in front of her, holding her chin in his hand to tilt her pretty face up to his, so that he could dab away the tears until there were no more. He rose and unhooked the lead that was attached to her collar from the floor, then unbound her wrists and ankles. As soon as she was free, Mandy lunged away from him, managing to surprise him with how hard she'd thrown herself away from him, as if she'd been lying in wait the whole time. But she forgot that he had a hold of the lead to her collar, and she was cruelly brought up short not two feet away from him.

"Damn!" he cursed under his breath. Aaron hated to use a collar as a restraint on a mare. It was method of very last resort as far as he was concerned. There were too many things that could go wrong, and he felt he should have seen her little break for it coming, blaming himself entirely for the way she was choking and coughing and straining at the leather around her neck. An expert at getting a filly – even a reluctant one – into a bridle, he had her buckled and snapped into one in seconds, while she was still trying to catch her breath. The collar was removed immediately as soon as he had her reins in his one hand, and Aaron's mouth drew into a grim line as he saw the patch around her neck that was already starting to redden and bruise.

Taking his temper and anger at himself firmly in hand, he latched her reins to one of the multiple hidden toggles in the floor of her stall, right where she was, bringing her head down so far that she had to lay her cheek against the sweet-smelling hay on the floor. One of her legs kicked out aggressively towards him as he moved behind her, and Aaron had to smile to himself. She recovered quickly, his Mandy did. The hobbles were back on, but loose enough right now until she found her ankles pulled apart till she felt like a wishbone, then they were attached to bolts into the floor to hold them in place. Her feet were kept so close to the ground that she wouldn't even be able to drum them when she would want to…later. Her arms were next, which he immobilized with depressing ease, as far as Mandy was concerned. Despite her minor neck problem, she was raring to go and dying to get out of this place. She had nothing to lose in trying to escape. But Aaron simply stood over her with a huge booted foot planted on either side of her waist and looped a thickly padded cuff around her right wrist; knowing she was right handed, he neutralized that one first. Her left hand reached back as he was working on the other one and grabbed a hold of his calf, just above his boot top, and tried to pinch him, but there wasn't an inch – there wasn't a millimeter in his whole body – to pinch.

Frustrated and crying again, as usual, Mandy twisted and writhed and bucked and charged as much as she could until he fastened her left hand, and she was rendered pretty much powerless, not that it stopped her from trying to get away. Aaron did what he would always do when a ponygirl rebelled against his authority. He went to the cupboard that was present in each stall in his stables and extracted an implement with which to deal severely with the miscreant.

This time, he chose a short, junior cane.

Before Mandy came anywhere near exhausting herself, trying to loosen bonds that would never be loosened, except at the behest of one of the men who now controlled her, Aaron stepped behind her, saying in a quiet, steady voice, "Attempts to escape will be punished rigorously and without exception."

The cane rose and fell on her tautly displayed, upturned bottom thirty times without stopping. A fresh stinging welt was added across her hindquarters, approximately every three to four seconds, in a horridly relentless rhythm. Aaron landed thwack after snap right over the dull bruises from yesterday, when he'd given her another demonstration of why she needed to obey her handlers and submit to them. He would never fail to deliver any reminder she might need for the rest of her life, whether it was the first day she was there or the last.

Amanda thought she was going to go crazy from the pain, and the strokes just kept on coming, splitting her skin wide open with each one, she was quite sure. But he just kept whistling that awful thing through the air at her defenseless rear, and her muted screaming sobs made no difference to him at all…eight… nine…ten…fifteen…sixteen…twenty-one…twenty five…twenty-seven…He did finally stop at thirty, when she was already senseless from the torture.

Aaron came to crouch down by her head and speak to her, reaching out to lay his hand on her wet cheek, his heart breaking in his own chest from what he had to do to her. "Remember, Mandy, yesterday, when I said we'd have to be extra hard on you? That's because you're so smart and so responsive. You should have known better than to try to get out of this stall – not that you ever could have. Do you know how many people would have descended on you immediately? The stables would have been in lockdown, well before you found your way to a door. Even if you did happen to get out of the stables, the whole site would have been locked up tighter than a drum – and there are hundreds and hundreds of people who would have dropped everything they were doing to find you. It's not worth it. Why attempt something that's going to fail each and every single time, only to end up with you getting your buns blistered like this?

He continued with, "You're too smart for this. Do the smart thing and submit and obey. I promise you it's a pretty damn good life – it's the best I can make it for you." He stood and cleared his throat, trailing his fingers at the small of her back. "I said we were going to have to be extra hard on you. And we are. For anyone else in this barn – maybe with one or two exceptions that are just like you are – extra smart and extra stubborn – this would be the end of what was already a pretty harsh punishment. But not for you."

His softly spoken words made Amanda's heart drop into her stomach as she sobbed. She knew she didn't want to hear what he had to say next. "I want your lesson to really sink in, because I don't ever want you to do this again. Ever. For the rest of your life, I want you to remember this, and think twice and then a third time and a fourth time, before you decide to make a break for it."

Aaron took his position to one side of her bottom again, and the cane resumed its terrible song.

Mandy did not remember much of what happened during the second set of thirty strokes, beyond her own rapidly hoarsening voice and the tears and the heaving against the restrains to try to relieve the unbelievable torture of that nasty rod, as it sliced down into her already tender and swollen flesh. When the sixtieth weal had seared its way across her bottom, Aaron threw the cane out of his hand and came around to release her head and hold it in his lap, smothering her in butterfly kisses and stroking the wet hair out of her eyes.

"I couldn't sleep, Boss, I – Holy mackerel!" Ted exclaimed as he peered over the top of the stall door and saw the ravaged condition of Mandy's bottom. "Wha…happened?"

"She tried to get away as I was going to lead her to breakfast. And she got a lesson in not doing that. Check her for me, will you?"

Ted unlatched the automatic lock at the door and came in, carefully closing it behind him. "I'll say." The first thing he did was to kneel down behind her and carefully pry her welted cheeks apart. Aaron had been right. Ted caught his eye and nodded. She was soaking wet from that awfully hard punishment.

He stood and retrieved the cane, returning it to its rightful place, then helped Aaron get the sobbing and wailing mare situated on the grooming platform, which luckily wasn't too far from where she was. No matter what the punishment, or how hard it was, a mare's routine was rarely allowed to be disrupted by it. Technically, breakfast was already over, and all the other mares were being groomed, or waiting to be groomed. Mandy's reins were cross tied so that she could not move her head to either side or very far up or down. "You wanna use the head stock?" Ted asked.

"Not if we can avoid it. The only thing that stopped her this morning was the collar, and she's already working on a good bruise there. You know how I hate things around their necks. I don't much like stocks in general," Aaron frowned as he looked at the already darkening bruise around the slender column of Mandy's neck.

"I know." Ted bustled around getting everything ready for her grooming, although he knew that Aaron would want to do the actual session himself. He put a bucket of warm, lilac soaped water where it was within easy reach, with a big loofa already in it, and several very soft purple face cloths along with a big pile of purple and GS crested bath sheets. He put a big dollop of a privately made, very expensive lilac-scented lotion in a warmer, and set out a big wooden paddle brush for her mane along with sterilized nail clippers, a battery operated toothbrush with a breath-freshening, tartar control gel already squirted onto it, along with a pretty lilac clear deodorant and perfumed shampoo and conditioner. The last two things he took out of another of the recessed cupboards in the stall was a bottle of perfume and Mandy's very own personal rectal thermometer.

Ted grinned. One thing could definitely be said for GS mares – they smelled great – each and every one of them. The Stables had scent layering down pat.

"Got a spoon somewhere in one of the cupboards?" Aaron asked.

"Yup." Ted tossed one to him and kept one for himself, once he saw what Aaron was doing with it.

Mandy could barely stand, which was easily rectified when a well-padded supporting beam about five inches wide – except where it was cut out to account for her breasts - whirred up from the floor to press itself very gently against the center of Mandy's body from just above her breast bone to just before her pubic bone, providing all the support she needed right now to remain upright on all fours. But she must've been hungry – she hadn't eaten by Aaron's calculations in about two days. So the groom and the owner of the stables himself spoon fed her. A straw-like fountain came up through the grooming platform, so that any mare that got thirsty while she was being seen to could have a drink, and Mandy was no exception. Both Ted and Aaron encouraged her to eat and drink as much as she could, although neither of them got more than three or so spoonfuls of yogurt into her, before she hung her head as far down as she could in exhaustion.

They groomed her together, one starting at the head, one at the tail. Not inch of her was spared the loofa, which, when Ted reached her swollen, bruised bottom made her groan and buck listlessly even as her face was being very gently washed. Her teeth were brushed and her face was lotioned, hair brushed then washed, toweled dried then put into a bun for training purposes. Her privates had never been so clean. Ted was scrupulous about making sure that his girls were excruciatingly clean there. Her breasts and nipples were attended to rather roughly, she thought, her nipples in particular were scraped over repeatedly with something that felt like sandpaper. It was awful.

Then she was massaged by the both of them, one on either side, which felt wonderful. As they worked their way to the midpoint of her body, they passed a familiar white and black bottle back and forth. Mandy recognized the bottle just as each of them grabbed a breast. Udder cream! Her breasts and nipples got a good fifteen minutes worth of attention, in and of themselves, not unlike the massage they had gotten yesterday at Aaron's hands. Her breasts were made sore and very sensitive, along with her nipples, which had already seen their share of abuse, being pulled and stretched and twisted, almost as if she was being milked, and left hard and pointed and aching for more as they moved down to her hindquarters. Her bottom was massaged most vigorously, making her arch and cry out from their fingers on her multiple welts, but it kind of felt good, too, in a weird way. Two sets of digits worked themselves between her spread legs to find her already swollen clitty and massage it gently to attention, then they each worked their way down a leg to her feet, where her toenails were trimmed closely and each individual toe was massaged.

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, pulling and hurting her nipples and squeezing her breasts quite roughly, both at the same time.

Aaron moved to her pussy, placing his fingers over her clit, he rubbed her steadily and watched 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 said as they praised her 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, thick 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 massaged and squeezed, and your little teats are there to be pinched and pulled hard, especially when 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. 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 was 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 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- 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, and 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 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 eaten, even those who haven't eaten." 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, 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. 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 first-timers – any special training, any ring exercises, vet visits, farrier visits and such, 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, 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. 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 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, 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. 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 force-milked 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 blatant 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, and 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.

Mandy moved restlessly beneath his ministering hands, trying to arch her hips to Aaron's mouth. Ted smiled slightly, lifting his mouth from her teats to keep up a running monologue as they would throughout her training, and beyond, as she was being pleasured, to encourage a connection between their deep, resonant voices and her sexual pleasure. Eventually, just his "wake up, pretty ponygirl," first thing in the morning would bring her to a low level of sexual arousal that she would stay at all day because of the inherently personal touches and care taking that was done to and for her. "That's it, Mandy-girl." He gripped her breasts at the base especially hard, squeezing tightly, bringing the swollen, tenderized nipples to his mouth again so he could raze them with the edges of his incisors. "Come like a good ponygirl. Come in your trainer's mouth, on his tongue." He grabbed her wet, taut nipples between his index finger and his thumb, pulling them hard and rolling them, as he used them he lifted her heavy breasts and shook them, like a dog with a plush toy. His cock jumped at the loud groan his action elicited, and he began to repeat it. "Ah, yes, I love my job, Mandy. I love being paid – and paid well – to milk beautiful young ponygirls' breasts and lick their pussies and wash every single part of them and take the cane or the paddle or my palm to their always bare bottoms anytime I think they need it. And you need all of that, Mandy, and that's what you're going to get every single day for the rest of your life – lots of pleasure, lots of pain and no control over either." He adjusted his pinching grip further down on her tender teats, more towards the bottom of her nipples, and continued using them to make her udders shake and jiggle obscenely.

More lovely, long soulful moans as the two men felt her body tensing, reaching quite blindly for the culmination they were both forcing her towards. Ted scrunched himself down a ways, so that he could get his mouth right next to her ear as he spoke, but he kept up with his end of things groping and punishing those beautiful boobies as he whispered, "Come now, little one, that's it. You've got two strapping strong grooms here attending to you in all the ways you like – one man at your teats and the other your snatch. You've got a nice sore bottom that's just gonna get sorer throughout the day, and it's time to let fly with a good hard cum for your masters, before we herd you down to the training ring again and work you some more before we feed you dinner and groom you. Then we're going to do exactly this again to you. You're going to cum so much from now on, you're barely going to remember what it's like not to be all wet and horny, because the next cum's less than an hour away, usually, where we pull your legs up and back like they are now, so you're all exposed to us and helpless, and we can really get at your pretty little pussy with our mouths."

If she had been able to scream, she would have at that moment – her convulsions were total body, yanking at her sky high ankles and writhing in animal heat as Aaron rode her out like a champ, not allowing her to dislodge where he'd gotten a lip lock on her clitty just before she blew. Now he stayed there and forced every last contraction from her body ruthlessly, while Ted saw to her breasts.

They both stopped at the same time and got up, when they'd figured she'd wound down enough. Aaron wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"She's juicy, huh?"

"Damn, I nearly drown there!"

Ted chuckled as he exclaimed, "But what a way to go!"

Mandy was mortified at their comments, her body already flushed with a sex blush, but now suffused with an all over pink because of the way they were discussing her, as if she was an animal – plus they left her hiked up there, legs spread wide, her bare privates out there literally dripping onto the blanket beneath her. She could feel her own gooeyness slithering down her crack and falling off the rounded crest of her cheeks, where they hung just a little above the floor.

Within five minutes or so, she had been given a quick, but thorough, clean up and was back on her feet – well, on her tiptoes, anyway – being walked slowly and painfully to the training ring, driven onwards by light praise and hard smacks from the latest implement to bruise her bottom, leather paddles, one in each of their strong right hands. Her training session was much the same as it had been that morning, lots of swift, cruel swats and occasional praise, but by the end of it she really had caught on nicely.

Aaron pulled her close to him, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as she'd seen Merry do voluntarily. "You did a very good job this afternoon, Mandy-girl. Now go play nice with the other ponies."

Mandy surprised him by staying right behind him, even though he'd removed the reins from her bridle, he hadn't released her arms from behind her back. When he turned to shut the paddock gate, she was right there. Aaron smiled and pushed her gently away from him, back into the enclosure, then secured the gate between them, so that she could not get to him. He felt like he had a little shadow, though, because when he moved to the side, Mandy moved to the side. Mandy followed him as closely as she could. She hadn't even glanced at the herd of four or five fillies that was standing in the middle of the corral under the sunlamps, she just stood right up against the wooden fence and glared at Aaron, who promptly turned his back and walked away. When she could no longer see him, but was still standing right where he'd left her, he was sure, he opened a door and entered an area behind one of the big walls of the enclosure that was an area that allowed him to watch her on the multitude of closed-circuit cameras that were built into nearly every inch of the stables and any and all of the pastures, roads, and buildings on the grounds.

Mandy just stood there, looking after him, even though she could no longer see him. Merry approached her again and Aaron made a mental note to reward Mary in the method he knew they both liked best, as well as give her the ultimate reward before she was had dinner – two chocolate kisses. Mares would do practically anything for chocolate, but the only way they could get it around here was to earn it by doing something extraordinary – like offering friendship to his prickly little one, and Merry'd done it twice, so she deserved two kisses, of the chocolate variety, anyway.

Merry didn't try to touch Mandy again at first; she just stood next to her, as if she was trying to see what Mandy was seeing. Mandy's chin lowered to her chest and Aaron's jaw hardened; he could tell just by her posture and the way her body shook that she was crying. Merry reached out to give the distraught young filly a comforting pat, but Mandy shook it off and went the corner he'd found her in last time, to lean against it and continue crying softly. There were microphones everywhere in the complex, also. No ponygirl, no hand, no trainer, no groom was ever really alone. Aaron noted that she hadn't hissed this time, though; maybe they were making some sort of progress.

Though she'd been soundly rejected – twice – Merry stayed close to Mandy for the whole of their playtime, even going so far as to bully her gently under a heat lamp, when she saw that the girl was cold. Aaron didn't think that Mandy even knew what Merry was doing when she gently maneuvered her around, she was just trying to avoid the other pony.

At five, the other grooms would begin to come and retrieve their mares, so Aaron entered the ring at about ten of the hour. He walked right by Mandy, who tried not to, but began to follow him about ten paces back, as he was the only thing familiar in her world at this moment. But he deliberately ignored her. Merry trotted over to him immediately, a welcoming smile on her face, as did most of the girls, which he had counted on. He told Merry in a deliberately soft voice that drew the others even closer around them, "You've earned yourself a huge reward today, by watching over a newcomer who isn't having a very easy time of it. You stayed by her the whole time, and I saw the way you herded her under the lights when she got cold. You have behaved in an exemplary fashion, Merry-girl, and I am extremely proud of you." Aaron's big soft smile made Merry blush all over at having pleased him with her behavior. "Open your mouth and close your eyes." Merry giggled – or close to it – at the familiar phrasing from everyone's childhood, but she was smiling so broadly that she had a hard time keeping her mouth open for him.

Aaron knew he had every female's rapt attention as he unwrapped the candy and put it on Merry's tongue. He could hear the jealous groans and squeals emanating from the crowd. She groaned at the flavor of the treat, as if he was pleasuring her in the most intimate of ways. When there was still chocolate melting in her mouth, she moved a step closer to Aaron and tilted her head, offering her lips in a sweet kiss, offering, but not demanding in the least. Aaron accepted the offer with a grin, slanting his mouth across Merry's in an indulgent, familiar fashion as his hands gently tweaked the full, bare breasts that naturally filled them to overflowing.

The other ponies started to squeak and moan with jealousy even louder, as he kissed Merry deeply, and with obvious affection. After dropping a loud, wet, smacking kiss on each of her red, upturned nipples, and patting that generous bottom, he winked at her and turned to them, saying to all of the assembled fillies, "That's the way a ponygirl should always act – helpful and caring towards her fellow ponygirls. Y'all would do well to take a lesson from Merry's behavior today."

Aaron strode purposefully towards Mandy, unlooping a pair of reins from one of the metal quick clips hanging off his belt loops. Now, of course, she began backing away from him in a complete reversal of her previous behavior. Aaron just had to laugh, which made Mandy's face screw up in confusion, as she continued to back away. But backing up in pony hooves was an even harder thing to do than going forwards in them, and Mandy soon found herself leaning over, as if she was going to end up flat on her back. Luckily, Aaron was close enough that he was able to grab her upper arm and steady her, but then he proceeded to bend her over, and hold her bent, by applying a broad hand to the back of her neck, leaving her luscious bottom exposed and begging for the forty strokes of the leather paddle he gave it, while lecturing her about not moving away from her handler.

Not only had Amanda dissolved into tears at the first agonizing stroke, but her discomfort was multiplied by the fact that she was being disciplined in full view of everyone else. By then the other grooms were coming to get their fillies to bring them into their stalls for some downtime before dinner. She could hear the men all talking to their ponies, mentioning to them as a mild threat that they'd better move along smartly, or they'd end up like Mandy over there. Amanda thought she'd die of humiliation. She knew that her rapidly reddening and already bruised and welted bottom was there for everyone to see as Aaron whacked away at it, and she also knew that her privates, which were still full and swollen from this afternoons attentions, were also on full display, along with the fact that they were already glistening again with her own secretions.

When Aaron was through punishing her, he held her in position for a little while, fondling that exact area she'd been concerned about showing to all and sundry very thoroughly, as he nodded and spoke to each one of the grooms who were around. Amanda tried to struggle, but worried she'd fall over in those dumb, uncomfortable shoes, so she had to stand there and have his fingers poking around between those lips, searching and finding that nub of flesh that made her draw a startled breath when he began to rub it vigorously.

Oh, God, he was going to make her cum right here, right now, in front of God and everyone! She just wanted to sink into the ground and die.

But he didn't bring her off. He did continue to caress her, until they were the only people in the corral, at which time he let her up and ordered with another crisp swat, "Walk Proud, Mandy."

Back in her stall, she was put onto the grooming platform, knees laced into those padded things they strapped her into, head down and lashed there so tight, she couldn't even raise it to change which side of her face was on the straw. Big paddled cuffs were wrapped around her ankles. A thickly padded belt around her waist supported her middle, and also prevented her from lowering her bottom, while Aaron rubbed some sort of soothing lotion into the beleaguered skin of her backside, tsking and scolding her gently the whole time. "Are you going to be better behaved tomorrow, Mandy-girl? I should hope so. I bet having your bottom this torn up is getting awful old, hon. Remember; you do have control over whether or not you get spanked. If you do good, or even if we see that you're trying to do good – that you're making an effort at cooperating instead of being naughty and rebellious – then things'll go easier on you and you won't be so sore all the time. Although, I know how much you love to have your bottom striped good and hard."

Amanda tried to buck and writhe in disagreement, but her movements were too limited to allow much of that, but Aaron knew what she meant.

"Yes, you do, baby girl. I know you do." He'd finished with her rear and the backs of her thighs, inspecting them carefully to make sure that there wasn't any scarring, despite the fact that he knew that was highly unlikely – all of their implements were designed with rounded edges and every possible precaution against any sort of permanent damage to a mare's valuable hide. Her bottom was looking pretty damned rough. But her pussy, that was looking as inviting as always. Aaron cupped her little cunny in his big hand. "This never lies, Mandy. Oh, your punishments hurt – maybe they hurt you more than the average ponygirl, I don't know. But I do know how your body responds to the paddle and the strap and even the cane – it loves it. You cream every time anyone lays a handprint or a stripe across these cheeks here. I've seen and smelt and touched and licked the evidence of it. You can't hide anything from us. We see all of you, and we know what you need." He dipped his fingers in her juices and brought them to her clit, rubbing the pads of his fingers over her with deliberately firm slowness, hearing her breathing increase, and watching her swallow hard. "You need this, to be touched and fondled and spanked and caned. That's what your life is going to revolve around from now on. You're just going to have to learn to accept it. The centers of your life are no longer your brain and your hands. No one around here is ever going to ask your opinion about anything, not whether you want an orgasm or not, not whether or not you want to be bred to some big stud, not whether or not you want to pull a sulky or wear a bit in your mouth. It's just going to be done to you, regardless of what you think. Your hands are always either going to be bound out of the way, or they're going to be restrained all the time and be useless to you, always, especially since you keep showing me that I can't trust you."

His free hand roamed her sore bottom, pinching her here and there, as his fingers frigged her relentlessly. "This is going to happen to you so much in the future, baby ponygirl. Your future is full of orgasms and punishments and being bred and trained. No thinking, nothing but pain and pleasure and lust, maybe more of the pain for you than usual, but you like that, too.

"Like I said, we have to be harder on you than on the others, more demanding. You'll always have harsher punishments than the other girls, you'll be expected to do more and learn more than they will, to endure more, even to cum harder than they do" He got a little more lubrication from her on his hand, then began worrying her button again. "And I'm going to be here, doing it all to you. All of it. Tomorrow morning you're going to be brought to the breeding pens, and I'm going to fuck you for the first time. It's not too early in your training for a pony like you. You need to feel the thick length of a stud deep inside you, pounding into you from behind as you were meant to receive a cock, and, for a while, that stud's gonna be me."

Amanda emitted a high pitched keening wail at that pronouncement, as Aaron hurled her over the edge of ecstasy again that day, praising her lush beauty and the awesome clenching of every muscle in her body, yet still his fingers tormented her, straight into a second explosive orgasm.

Amanda did the only thing any woman would do when faced with such overwhelming pleasure. She fainted.