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, 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 she was walked back to her stall. 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 ate – even those who haven’t ate – “ 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 though, 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, and 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 firsttimers – any special training, any ring exercises, vet visits, farrier visits, etc 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 a day 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 it. 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 then 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.