0 comments/ 29522 views/ 2 favorites A Particularly Easy Pony to Please By: angiefuch A Sequel to Training Rose. * I woke with the dawn, I ached all over, I realised I was completely naked except for a crude bridle and bit and a collar and leash and a waist belt with a crotch strap which was so tight that it painfully separated my poor abused pussy lips, then I saw the lawn mower and the dirty old blanket daddy had covered me with and I remembered, I was home! I remembered Daddy's blows as he lovingly whipped my buttocks and then he changed to flicking up between my legs, until I gurgled in helpless orgasmic ecstasy. "You're such an easy Pony to please!" he said as with a final slap across my rump he was gone. Oh my god, I thought, Now what? I knew in my heart it was wrong, I couldn't be Daddy's Ponygirl, not Daddy's, and yet without a top class trainer like Daddy I could never hope to win at International level. I agonised about it for a few minutes until Dot, Dorothy Channing, Daddy's head groom gently eased the shed door open. "Breakfast in the Breakfast room Miss Georgina," she said. "I'm Rose, Rose Giles." I explained. "Yes Georgina whatever you say," she said condescendingly, "but there's a dress for you on the hook and you're to be washed and dressed and fed by nine, that's what Mr Gerald says and that's what you'll do." I felt really stupid walking across to the house in the cheap leather minidress father had sent over, and I was shocked at Mrs Giles reaction when I put my head around the kitchen door to ask when breakfast would be ready. "Miss Georgina, what happened to you?" she asked. "Oh, nothing, nothing," I told her and I sneaked up to my room. The water took ages to run warm in my shower, and then it was too hot, but eventually it felt fantastic as I soaked my filthy hair and generally cleaned myself up. "Georgina, that "Nine" was morning not evening," Daddy shouted just like I was Thirteen again, like Yorkshire had never happened, indeed just like last night had never happened. "Georgina, did you hear me!" he shouted. "Yes Daddy," I said. I just grabbed some clothes and rushed downstairs, "Ah!" Daddy said as I came into the kitchen, "I see." "What?" I asked. "Pink skirt, white top," he said, "Where's your Tack?" "Oh!" I replied as I suddenly realised I had completely forgotten about being a Ponygirl. "I have an appointment for you to see Mr Harcourt," Daddy said. "But he's a plastic surgeon?" I queried. "Indeed," he said, "and you have two disgusting things through your nipples and that thing through your." "Daddy!" I squealed, "Please!" "Quite so!" he said, "So eat something and meet me outside in ten, no fifteen minutes." "So you called yourself Rose Giles did you," Mrs Giles said sarcastically, as she handed me a slice of buttered toast. "Sorry," I said. "I should think so too, them things you got up to in Yorkshire," she said. "Mrs Price!" I protested. "Oh we heard, don't you worry," she said, "Least it keeps you regular, my husband Albert he'd," "Mr Price please!" I pleaded. "Well at least you can't get pregnant, but fourteen straight off." she tutted. "Sixteen," I said, "It was sixteen, not fourteen, up the bum, if you must know." That shut her up. "Georgina, Car Now!" Daddy shouted. "All right!" I shouted, and I rushed out into the yard, Daddy stood by the Bentley. "Daddy," I asked, "What happened to the Red one"?" "Ah," he said, "Got a very very good offer, very rare you know," he grinned, "And I borrowed this one." "Oh!" I said awkwardly. "Kitten." he said "Shoes?" I was so used to being barefoot I had simply forgotten. "Something stylish please," he suggested. I grabbed my red ones with three inch heels from the rack and put them on in the car as Daddy drove more recklessly than fast into town. Mr Harcourt was a quiet serious man in his forties, we went straight in to his consulting rooms. Daddy explained that I had stupidly mutilated my breasts and suggested I showed Mr Harcourt. It was ridiculously embarrassing to have to take my top and bra off in front of Mr Harcourt and when he said, "Bryants of Saddleworth?" I went as red as a beet-root, "Henry has the company Logo on them," he said, "That should heal up absolutely fine." "Georgina, the other." Daddy said quietly, "I'll wait outside." "Georgina," Mr Harcourt asked, "The other?" I waited until Daddy was gone, "My Clit," I exclaimed. "Well show me," he said so I slid my skirt and panties down. "Oh!" he said, "I see, ah," "What's wrong?" I asked "Does it do anything for you?" he said. "Yes, of course," I agreed. "Come here," he said, "Now I'd like to bring you off, is that ok." "No." I said flatly. "Ok, but I think it's only through the hood," he said, "Let me." he said, and then his fingers were inside me, "Yes look, oh you can't see," he said, "Look it's harmless enough, leave it, remove or have one right through the clit itself, it's your choice." he explained. "I'm sorry?" I said. "It depends on your plans, if you're going into celibate or anal training." he paused, I'm sure I blushed crimson, "Then have a proper clit ring, then you can bring yourself off any time anywhere, but if you're looking for a man, then please have the rings out." "I think maybe I should have the ring out?" I suggested. "Yes, I think that's wise, right, I'll get my tool kit." he said, and within ten minutes he had cut away the ring and unscrewed the end of the barbels and slipped them from my poor tortured nipples. "That's Three hundred and seventy six pounds," he said, "Please." "What!" I demanded. "Including value added tax." he explained, "Unless." "Oh no!" I said, "No way." "Pity," he said. I pulled up my panties rearranged my bra and made myself presentable, Mr Harcourt pushed a button and my father walked in, "Well?" he asked. "I don't think so," Harcourt said sadly, "She's not interested." "I rather hoped James would take a half share in you," Daddy said. "You should have said!" I gushed, but it was too late, I didn't fancy him and I had hurt his feelings, "You should have said." "Time and Tide," Harcourt said sadly, "We'll forget todays fee Gerald, but look out for something, well." "Like me but better mannered?" I suggested, "Who likes a real man not some immature boy?" "Exactly that!" Harcourt said, "You really must come to dinner Georgina, meet Francine and the children," he gushed. Realisation hit me like a thunderclap, "real men" like Daddy and Henry Bryant were always in charge, I wanted a man, but one who was not fully set in his ways, malleable, mould-able. "Gerogina!" Daddy said shaking me from me day dream, "Stop staring at James's bulge we have work to do." "Sorry," I apologised, but a darker stain was already spreading over James's dark trousers. "What on earth did you start playing with yourself for?" he asked as he hustled me from the room. "Did I?" I asked. "You're not tacked up so some decorum please!" Daddy suggested. We parked at the Bentley dealership and walked across to McDonalds for a light Lunch before he whisked me away to the sports ground adjoining our local school, the seductively named Alderman Winterbothan High School. Daddy was sort of an honorary school governor and he organised, and provided a major prize for, their winter under 21 Ladies open Cross Country run, so he was invited along as a VIP. I felt really uncomfortable, wearing my casual clothes when as I realised Daddy had one of his better suits on and being Daddy he drove straight onto the field parked the Bentley by the time-keeper's bus and paid a third former five pounds to keep an eye on it and to wipe the mud off the tyres, and then he strode across to the podium, shook the head - teachers hand and precisely as the school clock struck two he picked up the microphone and his voice boomed across the sports field and everyone stopped to listen to him, even I was impressed. Daddy took a keen interest in Athletics, he even provided prizes for some of the upper sixth form girls events, and he said "It's extremely important that young people should continue their participation in Athletics right through their education, not abandon it as "Uncool" when other interests intrude," he paused for effect, "Particularly the girls, which is why I have sponsored this limited series of prizes for sixth form girls who will be eighteen by the end of the school year." But Daddy hadn't come to see the girls, well he had, but he had an ulterior motive, or three. "As some of you know my daughter Georgina has herself been in training and Miss Graves has agreed that Georgina can participate in one or two of our events. "Daddy!" I hissed, but he wasn't listening. "So over to Miss Fart, I'm sorry that's Miss Farque," he said as a great roar of laughter went up, "Who will announce." he said as with tears streaming from her eyes in humiliation the young Iranian trainee teacher sprinted for the nearest portaloo. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children!" Miss Graves said grabbing the Microphone. but I was watching Miss Farque, her long skirt did nothing to impede her swift progress through the mass of children, parents and discarded kit that was sports day, her headscarf hid her long dark hair but I just knew she had real potential. I waited outside the portaloo for almost an hour, getting some very strange looks in the process before Daddy came for to look for me. "Did you see her run?" I asked. "Who Kitten there were so many?" he said in confusion. "Miss Farque!" I explained, "Oh, I rather, ha, bit of a faux pas," he said, "but Kitten come and see the boys." "Boys?" I queried. "Yes, under nineteen relay, there are some real class athletes," he said as the loudspeaker system suggested that the runners in the "Lord Melton under nineteen relay" should make their way to the signing in point. I saw a couple of chaps stand up and walk across, beautiful men their ebony thigh muscles rippling like racehorses, and then a familiar face, Tom Warrender, he lived just a mile or so down the road and we used to play together, you could say he was my first boyfriend, certainly he had me naked a few times playing Doctors and nurses, except he had grown since then, about another five inches judging by his bulge, and so pale and pink he looked really out of place. It was like a cattle market, Daddy leering at all these huge men, pointing them out to me, their ebony flanks all dotted with perspiration. "Daddy why is Tom here?" "Needs a good time to impress the Dons at Oxford, I'm afraid he's in the 100m scratch race I sort of suggested." Daddy said. "Yes, invite him round to dinner!" I suggested, how was I to know Daddy had promised he could fuck me if he won? The relay was a tumultuous kaleidoscope of colour and action as the six teams and twenty four runners rushed around the three hundred metre grass oval like small insignificant race-horses until finally team "Hornet" were judged to have won, four magnificent masterful creatures oozing testosterone, not literally, but well, uggh, not my scene I'm afraid. There was the usual form filling and milling around for several minutes and then someone announced the under nineteen "Boys" scratch race. I stood by the finishing line and watched them lining up, sweat from the earlier run still glistening on their bronzed ebony torsos, joking, jiving, doing little leaps in the air, there were far too many for an orderly start almost thirty runners for six lanes and I watched fascinated as they jostled for position arguing with Mrs Rathbone who had the starting pistol, until finally she lost patience. "Bang!" I think it was arguably the slowest one hundred metres start in history, twenty six black and two white athletes fighting for space, it was more like a remake of Zulu than a race, but perhaps Daddy planned it like that, one Athlete even dodged the wrong side of the starter's chair and leaped over a group of spectators to avoid the Melee, pulling at least six strides clear in the process, it just had to be Tom. I laughed, as Tom came loping awkwardly towards me, it was he who had cheated, although technically he had been "Impeded" by another Athlete, his running action was more suited to catching buses than the Athletics track, but he seemed to be putting in a terrific effort. He was still leading as he approached the finishing line, I smiled at him, you know, he was funny, his white shorts came almost to his knees he hadn't any trace of suntan, it was like he had been time warped from the Victorian era, Doctor Livingstone pursued by savages, and he grimaced and put in a super human effort for the last few strides. He came second, typical! "Hi," gasp, "Georgie, long time," gasp, Tom managed to grunt as he sat on the grass gasping for breath.. "Yes, you'll have to come to dinner one evening," I suggested. "Yes," he agreed, "Love to!" or was that a Freudian "Love Too?" And then Daddy dropped me right in it, "Kitten, I said you would give the girls a challenge, will you do a hundred metres for me?" "No!" "Rose, you can either do it as Georgina or Tacked up as Rose, which might be embarrassing?" Daddy said. "You wouldn't dare!" I spluttered, Naked except for a bridle and harness that even separated my lower lips, he had to be joking, and yet if I refused he could have my Ponyclub registration cancelled, "Ok," I agreed, "Hold my shoes." I always ran better barefoot, actually I always ran better naked, but compromise was needed, "When I've had a wee." I undressed in the portaloo and left my shoes with Daddy, my bra stuffed in one and my panties in the other and ambled down to the start, it was the 100 metres girls B Semi final, the others were wearing spikes and crisp white shirts and shorts and they bent over the starting blocks like professionals in a way I dared not emulate, they showed their crisp white knickers while I would have shown far far more. In the end Henry Bryant's training paid off, by half way I was looking back to see where they had all got to and even when I backed off I still led by a couple of strides at the finish. It's a great way of spotting Lesbians, winning a race, they smile invitingly, straight girls smile with a frosty, "Keep you hands of my Boyfriend," smile, or just plain scowl at you. And then there was the Final. I felt really rotten winning it, those poor girls who trained all term only to be thrashed by an interloper, but from Daddy's perspective I provided a baseline and from their perspective I wasn't eligible for prizes anyway so it was probably harmless. Daddy had to present the prizes, "Lord Melton" they announced him as, he hated that, "Benjamin, Gerald, Arethusa, Carmichael, Fourth Baron Culcuith of Melton." was his proper title, he preferred Major General, not that he rose above Captain in the Guards but because he loved Gilbert and Sullivan's operas! "I'll need your address to send the cheque to," he said to each girl as he made sure he was photographed with each winner, and then as with all schoolish things it was over and we simply went home. "What do you think Kitten," he asked as we went to the Bentley. "Invite Tom Warrender to dinner," I said quite firmly, "And Miss Farque." "For gods sake she's pathetic!" he complained. "No, this evening, I'll find her," I insisted. She was sitting head in hands by the Lemonade tent, "Miss Farque, Daddy was mortified, quite mortified at his faux pas, will you please dine with us this evening so he can make amends?" Miss Graves heard me, "Oh Sonia, you must go, Lord Melton's grounds are stunning and his wine list, oh, it's to die for!" "Shall we say seven thirty for eight?" I queried, "We'll send a Taxi," and before she could refuse I was gone. Tom could wait, except by the time I got back to the Bentley Tom was sitting in the back seat, "Invited Tom to Tea, Kitten,you don't mind do you?" "No," I said really annoyed that Daddy had interfered again. "Will you drive dear, my sciatica is playing up again," Daddy lied, he was worried about his license as he had been regularly sampling the school sherry, during proceedings. I liked Bentleys, this one was a four door, still the W12 engine what ever that was, automatic gearbox, 180 mph top speed, some people said they did more but Daddy got really cross when he woke up to find I was doing 180mph along the A9 near Aberfeldy coming back from a shoot at Dunrobin in Scotland in his Two door, spoilsport. So I drove very decorously and cruised home with hardly any wheel spin. Tom looked quite ill when we got home, "What's wrong?" I asked. "That hump back bridge, I left my stomach behind," he said. "Sorry," I said, with no sincerity, I liked leaping hump back bridges, he could damned well get used to it. "Entertain Tom a moment will you Kittten," Daddy said, "I'll see about something to eat." I invited Tom into the Conservatory, I felt rather shy suddenly, I didn't know what to say. "How are you?" I asked predictably. "Knackered, and you? he replied. "Fine," I agreed, "You're off to California I hear" I said. "Ah no," he said, "Cash flow, trying to get into somewhere nearer home." "Oxford?" I suggested. "Maybe," he said, "You father suggested some sort of deal?" "Ah!" I agreed, "That sounds familiar." "I have to sign a confidentiality agreement before he even tells me what it is." he said awkwardly. "Of course, where is it, do you have a pen." I asked, but he pulled out a nasty cheap bic biro and when I held the form for him he signed and I counter signed as witness. "Right, I'll show you round," I suggested, "Daddy, I'll show Tom round," I shouted. I knew Dessie and Sabrine were hauling firewood so I took Tom down by the lake with Dot Daddy's head groom, we sneaked through the hedge into the Melton Villa Grounds and I had Tom wait silently behind a bush as the cart approached, poor Tom he nearly came on the spot as they came round the corner. I suppose it was a shock, obviously they were naked, their breasts thrust out by the tack which looped round them, their wrists were cuffed to the transverse pole of the cart as they pulled side by side, their heads held high by the weight of the harness plumes and their poor bare feet padding in the mud, both had their crotch belts led down through oversize clit rings before separating their Lower lips before fastening back to the waist belts,their faces partly hidden by the bridles, their mouths filled with the padded bits, as the padded past with a cart filled with yet more firewood. "Bloody Hell!" Tom whispered. "Beautiful aren't they?" I said. "Yes," he replied inadequately, and I saw his eyes fixed on the thin straps which separated the lips of their sex. "Thats Southern Tack," I explained, "Daddy likes the lower lips parted, makes entering easier he says," "Does it?" he asked. "How should I know," I exclaimed, "I'm a girl or hadn't you noticed." He had the decency to blush, "Anyway, we train Pony Girls, train, show, breed, the whole Mc coy," I said, "From recruitment to, well," I paused, "I'm competing at Cannes next month," I said rather too quickly, he looked blank, "The annual International PonyGirl event, the Cannes Grand Prix?" He looked blank. "You do that?" he asked. "Oh yes," I agreed, "It's how I keep fit." "I wish I was fit," Tom said, "Oh god that run was torture, your father said there might be a job on it if I won." "Assistant Trainer / Groom, under me." I said, "You see Daddy can't lead me out." "Why?" he said. "He's my Daddy, that's incest!" I insisted, "Look it gets very tense, Dressage Jumping Cross Country, when you are trained to a peak of perfection you need release when you finish, do you understand?" A Particularly Easy Pony to Please Ch. 02 Part 2 A sequel to Training Rose "Daddy, what do you mean a I'm a very easy Pony to please!" I demanded of Daddy as Tom walked away up our driveway towards the road and his parents house barely a mile or so away. "Well you are," he said and patted my bottom, "But Miss Farque is due any second now." Daddy exclaimed, "And here she is," he exclaimed as a silver Ford Mondeo Taxi rolled into our drive. Daddy stepped forward and as the Taxi halted he opened the door, "Ah Miss Farque I'm so glad you could come," he said, and she glared at him. "Miss Graves insisted," she said awkwardly, as she stepped from the car, her long legs now swathed by an ankle length flowing skirt, and her slender torso by a tightly buttoned blouse and a smart short jacket. "Really?" Daddy observed, "Insisted, encouraged surely," he suggested, "Oh I'm sure you exaggerate," he said, "On my account if you please driver," and then in his usual suave way he guided Miss Farque through our impressive porch and showed her the washroom, and as he did so he turned to me and gave me a huge wink. That usually meant Daddy planned to take her to bed that evening, so I shook my head, and grinned. Miss Farque didn't drink alcohol, which meant Daddy's wine cellar was largely irrelevant, fortunately she ate chicken or else Mrs Grimes would almost certainly have throttled her, and she spoke in monosyllables which quite belied her status as a trainee English teacher, and to be honest she was really hard work. "Have you ever been to Saddleworth Moor?" I asked deviously. "No," she said, "I understand it is very miserable there." which was absolutely true, and broke the sequence of monosyllables. "You prefer Iran?" he asked, and she shuffled nervously in her chair. "No, ah my Father is American," she explained. "So Miss Grimes tells me," Daddy agreed, "and your mother? is she in the States also?" I'd swear she jumped six inches, "My mother?" she asked. "Daddy!" I protested. "I only asked," Daddy said innocently. "She is in Pakistan," she said, "I think" "Miss Graves said she hadn't been in touch for a while," he commented. "No" she agreed, returning to monosyllables. "You're not eating Miss Farque," I observed, she looked very uncomfortable. "I am sorry," she said, "It is all so," she struggled for the right word, "Opulent." which probably wasn't the right word. "Not to worry," Daddy said, "Eat up and Georgina can show you around. "Daddy trains Athletes," I explained ambiguously, "We have some world class equipment," I explained, "Would you like to see?" I asked. "Just leave the main course if you don't like it," Daddy suggested in exasperation at Miss Farque's slow consumption of Mrs Grimes chicken, "now you do like Sherry Trifle don't you, it's Mrs Grimes speciality." he lied, it came from Asda Walmart, in a box. "And you, do you train?" Sonia asked me. "Yes, I train myself and I oversee other Athletes training," I explained, "I'm just finishing a gap year, I'll show you around," I offered," If we've finished the Trifle, before it gets dark," and I smiled my best friendly smile for her, as I though "If you don't want to then I'll damned well drag you round." I think it was seeing the winged Ponygirl Bronze Daddy used as a door stop for the lounge that first made Sonia think, and if it didn't the short trip up our drive along the road a few yards and down the Melton Villa drive in the old Land Rover with spare Tack strewn around and the photos in the lobby and the Tack room at Melton Villa could not have failed to arouse her interest, and may even have aroused her. "Is this?" she asked hopelessly. "Yes," I agreed, "There's me on the podium at Harrogate and Mummy at," I stopped in surprise as Sonia tried to run away, but Daddy had the outside door firmly shut. "No you cannot," she blustered. "Young lady, do you really wish to be sent back to Iran?" Daddy asked. "I have papers," she protested, "I am a Student." "But you owe three terms tuition fees, don't you?" Daddy said, "Miss Graves told me, fourteen thousand pounds to be paid by September the," "But these are prostitutes, prostitutes," she protested. "Athletes my dear, Aesthetes, perhaps, the female form honed to perfection,"Daddy waxed lyrical. "Yes,," I agreed, "And with blinkers and a bridle who will know it's you?" She sat down, she looked so sad, "I understand you don't have a US passport?" Daddy asked, "May I ask why not?" "My mother didn't want me to," she said. "Never mind," I told her, "It's not all bad, through there is the Training room, come and see," I suggested. I opened the door, the training room was part of the old stables with low ceilings and low door frames which meant you couldn't wear plumes indoors, a contrast to the recently built Tack room and Lobby with their state of the art Light tube technology which brings daylight from the roof through pipes so we didn't need windows . "You bend over the bar like this and," I explained as I demonstrated how I bent over the bar for Tom earlier. "Mind you dress Georgina!" Daddy suddenly exclaimed, "You'll crumple it." "Oh all right!" I complained and slipped the dress over my head, "What?" I asked as Daddy looked his disapproving look as I looked around for a hanger as I stood there in my black panties and black three inch heels until Daddy took it the dress from me from me and placed it carefully over his arm for me so I could bend over the bar again. "What is the Bar for?" Miss Farque asked nervously, as I bent over the bar again, It fitted between two low walls, and was adjustable, some Training Bars had several different holes this one had an, "Eccentric fitting," what ever that was but you just moved a lever to adjust it then locked it with another lever. "To get broken in my dear loosened up," Daddy said impatiently, "Now sign the damned forms and lets get started." "My Solicitor, he also should look at them?" she insisted. "Oh for gods sake," Daddy exclaimed, "Whose idea was this?" "Mine I think, sorry," I admitted as I peered back at them. "The fact is I can pay your outstanding Tuition fees from your appearance fees through the summer recess alone," Daddy suggested, "I haven't had time to think it through completely, but Miss Graves thinks it's a good idea and Georgina thinks you are have real Ponygirl potential. "And you think I would do this?" she snarled, "You are sick." "Well I can only apologise," Daddy said, "I thought a degree and a US passport and thirty thousand pounds for fifteen moths training was a reasonable deal, but what do I know of the Middle Eastern mind?" "And what do I have to do, have sex with men?" she asked. "Only if you're good," I said, "Obviously you need to be broken in, to learn obedience and some advanced Dressage requires you to brace for." "That's advanced dear," Daddy explained, "I'm sure I can get you a US passport without going beyond basic UK, you could even do it part time should you wish." "MayI have a drink please," Miss Farque asked, her resolve weakening. "Orange Juice?" I asked. "Bandy!" she suggested, "I cannot really believe this is happening!" "I'll fetch some," Daddy agreed, "French?" "Is that a yes then?" I asked her. "Well," she said, "I don't know what else I am to do, I owe money, I cannot travel to the USA, I cannot go back to Iran, can you not loan me the money?" "Oh,that's priceless!" Daddy laughed, "I'm afraid not, this is a business you know," he told her, "but I just know that we can train you." "You think so?" she said, she looked at a photo of Mummy tacked up with Daddy leading her out "Me, do that, I do not think so." Daddy brought the Brandy, "Look come and speak to Evie and Silvana, you'll take their place effectively," he said as he set the glass and miniature bottle of Brandy down, "Now have some Orange juice and keep a clear head." She jerked her head round, as if in shock, "Take their place?" she asked, "What will they do?" "Ah, Evie has a job lined up in a real estate agency and I think Silvana wants to start a family," Daddy explained, but come and ask them yourself. I don't think Miss Farque was quite ready to meet Evie and Silvana, "I should go home now." she suggested. "Oh, stay for Coffee, fetch the Bentley Rose," Daddy ordered, a simple enough order, but he said Rose so he meant get Tacked up, everything except my Bridle that is, put something over it, maybe the black leather Minidress and bring the Bentley round, great, it just meant ten minutes sheer panic. "If you're sure?" I asked, "really sure?" "Yes, absolutely," Daddy insisted. I wriggled back into my posh dress, sprinted to the Tack room, grabbed my Tack sprinted to the Trainer's room, grabbed my black leather minidress and black leather thigh boots, threw my clothes in the corner, pulled the Tack on, remembering to get it nice and tight round my crotch separating my lips, like Daddy likes, tightening the waist belt and the under breast belts, oh it felt so good, and then I slipped my black leather dress on, threw my bridle in a sports holdall, sprinted back to the Tack room, grabbed a complete spare set of Tack and sprinted to the garage, where the Bentley lurked, the outer door was closed, so I dived in pressed the garage door remote and as soon as the door opened enough I started the Bentley and drove very carefully around the quadrangle to the front door. "Here she is, look after her Rose," Daddy said and he kissed Miss Farque's hand and opened the door so she could climb in. She seemed surprised to see me in the leather dress, "Shall we?" I asked. "Yes,thank you." she said as she sat comfortably in the cream leather seats. I drove very decorously indeed, until we got to the straight bit before the Hump back bridge, that bit where you go down and then pop over the bridge and then up again so not really blind or anything and quite safe, even at 149 mph but Miss Farque completely over reacted. "Aaaaiiiieeee, she wailed, and she covered her face with her hand. "I love doing that," I said. "I nearly wet myself." Miss Farque squealed as she stared at me ashen faced. "It's like the excitement when you're waiting for the result to be announced at our Events," I told her, "Especially when you're Tacked up like I am, see," I said and raised my skirt. "Oh my god!" she wailed, "You are beautiful but I am not a Lesbian," Miss Farque insisted, "I am not interested in your advances, I need a US passport yes," she said, "But I am not a Lesbian, sorry." "So what are you saying?" I asked, and I stared at her, well I stared between glances at the rapidly passing scenery just to make sure we were still on the road. "I shall do it," she said, "But how do I trust you?" "Because I keep my promises," I said, well I tried to mostly, and I swung the Bentley round in a skidding U turn at the beginning of the Dual carriageway, and headed back the way we came "Let's surprise Daddy!" I suggested. She wasn't keen, but the night was cold and dark, and it was better than walking home so when I eased the Bentley into our drive as quietly as a mouse and coasted down to the garage it took surprisingly little effort to persuade Miss Farque to strip completely and dress in the spare Tack, in fact she made very little effort to resist, especially when I slipped off my own dress and put my own bridle on as well. Her long dark hair set off the red plumes I chose for her much better than my blonde hair set off the blue and she looked stunning, so I made her try high stepping for a few moments and then we went inside to find Daddy. We found Daddy in his Study, the door was shut but we could hear him typing on his computer, "Are you ready," I asked Miss Farque, and when she nodded nervously I pushed the door open. "Hi Daddy, I brought someone to see you!" I announced as we stepped inside, Miss Farque and I trotted in together, me in thigh boots, and she in her low heels, well I trotted she bottled it and bolted down the corridor, "Miss Farque" I shouted after her, "You'll get yourself arrested dressed like that!" "Capital!" Daddy announced.,"Give her a moment," She had no sooner got outside the front door than she decided she really did ought to get dressed, so she came inside again, "She's back," I told Daddy as I went to fetch her, "There's no need for that, just ask nicely and we'll get you dressed and get a Taxi." I explained. "I panicked, I'm sorry," she explained, but this time she followed me into the study covering her sex with her right hand and breasts with her left arm as best she could. "She wants the US passport up front before she takes you up front Daddy," I warned. "Ha, very funny," he said, "Fifteen Thousand as a down payment ok?" he asked. "Cash?" she demanded. "Oh of course, would you care to count it?" Daddy suggested as he turned around and extracted three books from the shelves behind his desk which he opened to reveal a wad of notes in each, "Three times five thousand?" "Yes, I believe you," she agreed. "Good, if you'd like to sign a consent form, three copies please," Daddy suggested. Miss Farque looked blank. "Forms, look Consent forms," I took them from Daddy and waved them at her, "Daddy and I will train you, you get 50% of any earnings and a thousand a month and 50% of any transfer fee, not bad for an illegal immigrant," I snapped. "The Fifteen is of course an advance," Daddy suggested, "To settle your debts," he explained, "While for next year we shall of course find a nice little bursary to cover your fees, is that all right?" "Yes, ok I'll sign" she said, and she took Daddy's gold Parker pen and signed right on the dotted lines. I quickly counter-signed as witness and placed the forms back on the desk. Daddy smiled, "We'll register her as Sonia Arabella Princess of Melton, I think." he said "She's a Ponygirl not an Ocean liner,"I exclaimed, "Sonia Graves will do." "Sonia Arabella Graves, then," Daddy compromised, "Welcome!" "Welcome aboard!" I said in turn. "I know this is a mistake," Sonia said ruefully. Daddy was like a cat with a new mouse to play with, he loved breaking in new Ponies, "Where are the wrist to ankle cuffs kitten?" he asked "Under the sink of course," I told him, "Aren't we going next door?" "No put the bar across the Kitchen doorway would you please?" he said, "She looks much the same length in the leg as your mother." "We haven't even done an STD test or Aids test!" I cautioned him, "Have you had unprotected sex?" I asked. "No, not for a long time!" she said. Poor Daddy he hated condoms, but I found the cuffs and I put the bar across the Kitchen door, it was too high, so I had to clear the cereals off the breakfast bar and then remove the top so we could use one of the many holes in the concrete supports for the bar. "Can we not start tomorrow." Sonia asked as Daddy made her bend and I took a swab of sweat from her brow to run through out latest electronic Hi Tech Aids and STD detector, and then Daddy was satisfied. Daddy fastened the cuffs leaving her more or less on tip toe, her wrists cuffed to her ankles and her bottom raised obscenely and then he said, "Warm her up would you Kitten," and off he went to watch TV. "Daddy!" I hissed as I rushed after him, "I don't know what to do!" "You're a girl, you know what you like, you have to learn some time!" he said uselessly, I walked quietly back to Sonia, she peered up at me awkwardly and I peered down at her. "I don't know what to do!" I exclaimed. "Ohhhhh" Sonia shook with frustration, but Daddy must have done something because next thing Dot, Dorothy Channing, Daddy's head groom appeared. She was puffing a bit, her ample boson rising and falling under the green quilted jacket she always seemed th wear, "His Lordship said you might need a hand," she said, "Put the kettle on, mine's white two sugars, and don't use de-caff I like my Coffee full strength. "Ok," I agreed. "Bit old this one?" Dot enquired, "This the one you spotted?" she asked. "Yes, Daddy sort of left me to it," I explained. "Right, you need two whips," Dot explained, "Straight bristles no knots, half a dozen lightly around the buttocks, she said, left then right using both whips lightly, no marks and then just redden the lips a little like this." Sonia went from mild disinterest when her buttocks were paddled to sheer terror as Dot began to expertly flail the lips of her sex, "Its like a little bud unfolding look," she said, "You try," "No!" Sonia wailed but fascinated I took the whip and tried a swat at her left lip, it made contact and Sonia yelped. "Keep it even, do you see," Dot said, "That's right three each and now, lets have the crotch belt loose." Dot peered down with grandmotherly concern, all her fifty seven years etched in deep lines across her chubby face as I undid Sonia's crotch belt, "Well her honey pots bubbling nicely," she observed, "Don't suppose she had an enema, for the tradesman's?" "No," I confirmed. "Don't matter, His Lordship likes the full frontal approach," Dot explained and she dipped her index finer into Sonia's sex, "Mmm taste her," she said, "Lovely and clear, she ain't had a bloke for ages," I did as Dot said, but, well pussy juice, not something I know anything about, but it wasn't unpleasant, Dot smiled and explained he modus operandi, "I reckons about three or four minutes when they're nicely cleaned out, whip handle up the tradesmans and another up the front and usually bobs your uncle off they cum." she said illustrating her words with explanatory gestures. "Please!" Sonia pleaded and Dot did no more that ease the whip handle delicately between Sonia's peach like sex wobble it around to get it lined up and then she just pushed about seven inches of whip handle straight into Sonia. "Where's my Coffee?" Dot asked impatiently. "Noo, you can't leave me!" Sonia protested, as she sort of hung from the bar with the strands of the whip drooping down her back. "I damned well can," Dot reminded her, "Lets have our Coffee in the Parlour Georgie," Dot insisted, "Bring some biscuits," and she picked up her coffee and we went through to the small servants parlour with its wooden benches and small TV. I handed Dot the tin of Biscuits, "No Macaroons?" she complained, "Oh well, have a look in the cupboard on the left and give Sonia a couple of wanks as you pass." "I'm sorry?" I said. "Pull it out about three inches and back in, wobble it about a bit, see what she likes," Dot said, "Custard Creams will do if there's no Macaroons," she added. I did as Dot asked, it seemed strange hearing Sonia moan as I moved the whip handle out and then back in her, she sort of whimpered. "Do you like that," I asked. "Yes," she whispered, "oh please don't stop." "I've got to find Dot some biscuits, sorry," I apologised and I went to look for biscuits, "There's Rich Tea and some Chocolate ones," I shouted. "Never mind," she said, "Bring her off then we can watch that Woss bloke on Telly." Bring her off, but how. Daddy that was how, he suddenly appeared immaculate in his Pyjamas, "Excellent prep, just bubbling away," he said, "Put that whip away somewhere would you Kitten?" he said, "Wipe it first." I pulled the whip from Sonia, watching the black ebony gently emerge from her pink softness glistening with golden pussy juice. "Look away Kitten," Daddy ordered and suddenly Sonia gasped, I looked round, Sonia was bent over the bar, naked except for her Tack, and behind her Daddy stood Immaculate in striped Pyjamas with his unseen stiff pink manhood thrust firmly and deeply into Sonia. "Ohhhhh," Sonia gasped. "Undo the cuffs Kitten," Daddy ordered, "I think she want's to be my hot water bottle tonight!" A Particularly Easy Pony to Please Ch. 02 "Uggggh," I shuddered in frustration, it was so awkward when he blurred the lines between Lover and Pony, but after all it was his business and I couldn't do that for him. I felt terribly and unreasonably jealous. "Twenty three, twenty four," Daddy counted his thrusts, "Right that's enough now upstairs with you young pony first bedroom on the left." Daddy insisted. He liked a rest after twenty four thrusts, he was sensitive about his length, so he made up for it with his stamina, "Ask Dot to bring us some Cocoa in twenty minutes would you?" he asked and he took Sonia gently by the arm and led her away. I let Sonia enjoy her evening. Tomorrow I would be in charge. I couldn't sleep, I tried my bed at Melton House, then I went home and finally in desperation I curled up in the mower shed and finally drifted off to sleep. Dot woke me with a well aimed bucket if ice cold water at five a.m. "Better get an enema and get that lazy cow down here," she said. There's nothing absolutely nothing more invigorating or horrible than an al fresco cold enema, except an al fresco enema on a cold winters morning perhaps, and the adaptor was already fitted to the hose pipe so I did myself, it was horrible, I needed three fills before I was sure I was clean and then I found a collar and leading rein and went to find Sonia. I heard snoring as I approached Daddy's room, it wasn't good, Sonia was still in bed with him when she should have been lying on the rug by the bed and cuffed and leashed to a ring bolt or bed leg. "Sonia," I whispered. "Bugger off, bring us breakfast about ten," Daddy ordered and he snuggled down with Sonia and went back to sleep. I went back down stairs, it all seemed a bit pointless trying to train Sonia so in the bright slanting sunlight of the early morning I retrieved my posh frock, discarded my tack and dressed respectably once more I made my way next door to my own bedroom where I undressed once again and slid into my bed, it was still not six o'clock so I slid down under the covers for an extra hours sleep. Daddy woke me, "Oi!" he said. "Oi, this is my room," I exclaimed, "Get out." "No, now this Sonia, it's no name for a Pony Girl is it?" he suggested. "Nor is Sonia Annabella Princess of Melton," I suggested. "But how about "Farque of Melton," "Arrabella Farque of Melton," "Farque for short," "Daddy," I said, "You're a genius!" "Just countersign the alterations on the consent forms, would you?" he asked, "and it's lunch time." I dressed and went downstairs when he had gone, Mrs Grimes had left a salad which I ate quickly, "Will you run into town and pick up the engraving, new tags for Farque and some for your self." "Can I take the Bentley." I asked innocently. "No you can damned well run, you're supposed to be in training, or shall I send you back to Bryants?" he said. I pretended to think about it, "Oh all right!" I agreed, but its ten miles!" "Just over fourteen actually," he said, "Athletics kit, Tack might frighten the Locals." "Daddy!" I protested but it was useless he was laughing. "Dot will time you so no slouching off to the sweet shop," he warned, "Go on get changed, get on with it!" It's not all sex and glamour being a Pony girl, you don't get fit and healthy lying by a pool you know but fourteen miles, that's a half marathon and a bit, with no water stops, except the Kings Head pub and the Cafe, and the sweet shop, but I dutifully put my shorts and a sports bra on and a tee shirt, and my trainers, and took a credit card and my phone just in case and Dot recorded the time as I set off. Three Lorry drivers offered me a lift, usually it's more than that and eventually I got back all horrible and sweaty to find Tom waiting, "Can't stop, must find Dot." I explained as I ran past him. I found Dot, showered, I put a nice minidress on and came down stairs to find Tom had gone, "Round next door Miss Georgina." Mrs Grimes said so off I went to find him. I took the short cut through the hedge and ran up the slope, I found Tom in the training room with Daddy and Sonia, or Farque as we now called her. "Ah Rose," Daddy said awkwardly, as I walked in following the sound of his voice, "Tom's not quite ready for you," That was an understatement, he was standing with his trousers around his ankles pleasuring Miss Farque who was bent over a training rail. "Been on the treadmill all afternoon," Daddy said, "Thought she needed a reward." "Not from my man she doesn't!" I protested as I moved closer and watched Toms magnificent prick pistoning in and out of her sopping hole. "I think she's loosening up a bit sir," Tom suggested. "Yes, well hang on in there a few more minutes would you there's a good chap." Daddy suggested. "Oh no you don't," I wailed at him, "Your mine now!" but my knees were buckling. "You need a nice gentle fuck I think Kitten," Daddy said, "let Tom work off his excess energy first then you can get all lovey dovey, "Perhaps the Den on the island, I'll have some food sent down." "He'll need paramedics when I get hold of him." I said but those fourteen miles had taken their toll and I flopped back in my chair and watched Tom in action. "What do you think Tom," Daddy asked. "I'm trying not to cum sir," Tom answered, "Hi Georgie," "Hi bloody Georgie indeed," I exclaimed, it wouldn't have been so bad but my clit was throbbing and, well I just had to, you know, with my fingers. "Rose!" Dot shouted, "You naughty pony, you know that's not allowed." "Sorry Dot," I said withdrawing my finger with an audible plop, "But Tom's busy!" "You know the rules," she insisted, and she produced a pair of padded handcuffs. "Hands behind" she said and I had to bear the indignity of having my wrists bound behind me, "Mr Bryce the lawn mower man might still be around if you're desperate," she said, "or maybe you could use the spike?" The spike, an eight inch cast Iron Dildo on a concrete base in the yard just outside the training room. She saw the way I looked at her, "Oh spike it is then," she said. She made me kneel down, get myself positioned everything, all she did was pull my shorts down, she didn't even spread my pussy to start me sliding down the monstrous iron shaft but as it happened I was so wet it didn't matter anyway! It's cold and hard and unforgiving, far more manly than any man and you have to do all the work, but its so filling, and fulfilling, and of my gosh did it hit the spot I needed it so badly, and the whole world and my cares and troubles just dissolved. "Kitten," Daddy roused me from my ecstasy, "You'd better suck Toms cock if you want a fuck before midnight." he said and there was Tom, his tool all sticky with cum and Farque's love juices standing there flaccid and useless. "Ok." I said, I was too full to care really but Dot manhandled Tom into position in front of me and Tom let her place his half flaccid penis in my mouth and I began to suck. "Just look at that recovery!" Daddy marvelled. "Thob!" I protested, but Tom was getting harder and harder. "Thob!" I said again, I wanted him hard not a mouthful of cum, but I was too late and he was pumping uncontrollably and I was rubbing up and down on the spike and Daddy seemed mesmerised. "Oh Thob," I protested and there were red crocodiles dancing and fluffy bananas and a soft pink Jumbo jet dancing with, "Ohhhhhh Thob," I gasped and my knees buckled and as I sank down I rammed that stupid spike so deep inside me I was sure I had done myself a serious injury. "Georgina," Daddy exclaimed sternly, "You really should put Tom's needs before your own," he stated firmly, "Poor Tom rather wanted to fuck you you silly Pony, and you brought yourself off instead." "Sorry Daddy," I said through a mouthful of cum. "Never mind," he said, "Now get a shower and some minty mouthwash and its an early night for you young lady." "Yes Daddy," I agreed. "And take Tom with you," he suggested, "Sonia and I have unfinished business." "Yes I gathered that." I observed, "She's supposed to be in training." "Miss Farque has delicate and precise tastes and requirements which I need to understand if I am to train her, delicate precise motions," he waxed lyrical as he was wont to do when seriously infatuated, "A delicate flower needing a particular combination of technique and physical attributes to bring forward that delicious moment of release and abandon." "Yes Father," I agreed disinterestedly. He raised his chin, and gave me one of his looks, "A delicate flower, and utterly unlike you Rose, because based on this evenings performance of public masturbation with a cast iron spike I suggest that you have the delicacy of a Cambodian street whore." "Daddy that's not fair!" I protested. "Oh for heavens sake Tom, take her away to the Island play her something romantic on your Ipod, take a bottle or two of wine and make love," he made it sound like lerve," to her will you." Daddy suggested. "Yes sir," he said, "Would you like that Rose?" he asked, but before I could say "That sounds lovely," Daddy started ranting again. "Damn it all who's in charge here," he demanded, but he knew very well, "Just forget the wine and the island and well, everything, and take her in the stable with a packet of peanuts and bottle of Cider I think you'll find she's a particularly easy Pony to please." To be continued... A Particularly Easy Pony to Please He was remarkably dense. "I'm sorry," he said. "You need seven inches of solid muscle," I explained reasonably, "and a good soothing jet of creamy," "Georgina!" he protested. "Not up to it?" I asked, I tried a seductive smile, "I'll get tacked up and you can audition." He looked so bewildered, confused, yes he would be perfect, I decided, just the physical and if he passed that, well. I didn't get Tacked up, Daddy shouted that Tea was served so we sat on the terrace and spoke of what was in the newspapers. Finally Daddy got around to business, "Tom, I gather Georgina has explained the nature of the business," he said and when Tom nodded he continued, "We could use you, Tom, There's a research bursary going." "I was hoping to go to Oxford." he said "Yes, it's the course you applied for, we can offer to you, personally that is:" he emphasised, "We can offer you research facilities unavailable to other students," Daddy said, "And Kitten will be studying there as well." I glared at him, "Although she doesn't know it yet." "And the downside is?" he said. "Regular sex with me?" I suggested. "No seriously," Daddy said, "you will be expected to impregnate a number of retiring successful Pony Girl performers." he paused, "But that depends on the physical, and that's over to you Kitten." "Shall we?" I asked and Tom nodded so I just took Tom's hand and we ran to the gap in the hedge and then up the bank to Melton Villa, he was panting and blowing as we got to the stables, I went straight to the training room, took my panties off and bent over the training bar. He just stared, I suppose it looked odd, a metal bar six inches or so diameter between two concrete walls in the middle of a shed, normally the girl bend right over the bar and has her wrists cuffed to her ankles and is gagged and blinkered as well as generally being Tacked up but I didn't care. "Come on!" I shouted, as I peeled my top and bra off, "Surely you're not gay?" "It's not how I imagined," he said as I undid my skirt and wriggled it over my head. "Well it's how it is," I told him, "So do it!" I said and I bent over the bar again and stared at him looking up between my own legs. He paused, looked at me so sadly, and then started to undo his trouser belt, then he looked round for hook for his jacket and, "For Gods sake!" I shouted, but he pedantically folded his jacket placed it on the wall, placed his folded shirt and tie on his jacket, lowered his trousers, eased his shorts over his huge erection as just as I thought I was about to explode he began to ease it inside me. It was so good, so warm and filling and, and then his hands were on my breasts and he pulled me more upright so he could kiss my neck. "Can't you just fuck me," I asked, "Why all the touchy feely stuff?" "It's called making love," he said. "Well I want a fuck," I told him, "So get on with it." and he did oh how he did, and each thrust ground my clit into the bar and I screamed and at every withdrawal I gasped. "You really should gag her Tom." Daddy said as he watched us, "she sounds like the Flying Scotsman," "Yes sir," Tom replied, "Oh well, good oh, you can do Sabrine next," he said and he wandered off. "No you bloody wont!" I warned him, but in my mind the pink fluffy clouds were building, a great big fluffy hedgehog was walloping around my mind, and then there was this rushing and a huge fluffy green flying Scotsman train was rushing in and out of a tunnel, and I didn't know which way was up. "Oohhh," I gasped, "Please," surely he should have come by now, "Tom," I said and suddenly oh my god he just exploded, inside me, pumping, pumping, pumping his cream deep inside me oh my god! My knees buckled and I collapsed over the bar. "How was it for you?" Tom asked predictably. "Yes, Ok, shall we get a Coffee?" I asked, well I wasn't going to admit it was fantastic was I? I dressed quickly, and headed for home and a bath, it felt like he had shot gallons of cum into me and it was busy running out, I didn't wait for him, but he was waiting for me when I opened the Bathroom door, dressed only in a bath towel "Unfinished business," he said and he bent down to kiss me, he tasted good, I knew I tasted of Minty mouthwash, I relaxed and he just swung me off my feet,"Bedroom?" he asked. I kicked my bedroom door open and he carried me in, and set me down on the bed, then he bolted the door and began to strip, "For heavens sake!" I shouted as he carefully folded his shirt, "Tom please," and then he was on me, "No, they're still tender," I protested as he messed around with my nipples, but finally he decided to kiss my neck, "No marks." I said. "Don't you ever stop giving orders?" he asked. "Tom!" I protested and then he was on me, "Oh Tom," I don't remember how it happened but suddenly he was deep inside me, all eight inches of him, I almost expected his thing to come up my throat and into my mouth from inside, oh he was good, so good, "So good!" I muttered, "Oohhh soooo gooood," was it Tom, was it the fact I hadn't had any decent straight sex for ages but I didn't care this was awesome. "Want to change position?" he asked. "Nooo," I gurgled, but there were three giant fluffy purple Corgettes having a pitched battle inside my head, and a Crocodile with a Gucci handbag and. "Oops sorry," Tom said, "Can't hang," he said and he started cumming, not as much as before but nice, we lay for ages, until I realised his cum was seeping into my sheets and mattress where I had to sleep. "Up, Up, Up," I ordered. "Giving orders again!" he said and he pinned me to the bed for a long lingering mouth to mouth kiss. He released me eventually, "Look I said, you need to realise who's in charge," and he pinned me down again. I came to the conclusion that maybe he misunderstood what I meant, but I decided but it didn't matter anyway if it was this good. Daddy rapped on the door, "Miss Farque is due in ten minutes Kitten," he said, "Get a shower first dear please, I suggest you share the water Mister Warrender," he said knowingly, "Cold preferably, Ten Minutes." "What do you think Tom?" I asked. "Oh, it can't be helped," he said. "About the job?" I asked. "Can I see you again?" he asked. "All the time if you take the job," I told him. "Yes, then yes," he agreed. I did need the cold water, as Daddy suspected, not for me but for Tom, his powers of recovery were distinctly promising and nine minutes after Daddy came to find us I hustled Tom Downstairs. I was still struggling to straighten my black knee length almost backless posh dress we I came downstairs and had no time to find any pantihose or stockings, but at least my pearl necklace and ear rings looked the part even if they were great grandma's cast offs! Daddy was waiting for us, "Shall you join us do you think Tom," he asked as Tom went to open the front door. "Yes Sir, I think I should like that," Tom agreed. "Okey Dokey, I'll get the forms together make some calls, that sort of thing and ring you tomorrow or the day after," Daddy promised, "Do you have any worries at all?" "Of course sir, I don't really know what is involved sir." he said. "Well, don't be misled by Georgina,"Daddy said seriously," this is a serious job young man," he emphasised, "It can be very demanding, especially on a bitterly cold January morning," "Yes sir," Tom said, as Daddy opened the front door. "But to begin with you will be helping to train Georgina or Rose as she is known professionally." Daddy said, "and I must say." he said, "In my experience she is a particularly easy Pony to please." "Yes sir I'll remember that, Thank you sir," Tom said. "Particularly easy Pony to please?" I queried, "What did you mean a particularly easy Pony to please?" To be continued...