“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 softy 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 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. No 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. They were made sore and very, very sensitive, along with her nipples which had already seen their share of abuse, which were 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 and pulling and hurting her nipples and squeezing her breasts quite roughly, both at the same time.
Aaron moved to her pussy and put his fingers over her clit, rubbing her steadily and watching 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 praised 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, thickish 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.