Aaron wanted to be inside this mare more than he’d ever wanted to anything else in his life. While he’d been bringing Mandy to orgasm five and six times a day, he hadn’t had any release himself, despite the fact that he had been rock hard since he’d first laid eyes on her. He’d gone to Merry last night and made her scream with pleasure with his very talented mouth, but he wanted to save his load for Mandy, so she hadn’t gotten the best of him, and looked a little hurt because of it.
He wanted it done in the most clean, efficient, least painful manner possible, so he pushed himself forwards firmly and pulled her hips backwards at the same time, entering her to the hilt in one stroke. Mandy issued a hurt, angry, pseudo-scream, rearing back and trying desperately to unimpale herself, but the way she was expertly restrained – as well as Aaron’s strong but firm hands holding her in place – would not allow her to do anything but what his body dictated. Aaron held onto his own control by a thin thread, but he held onto it, as much as he wanted to simply bang away at her and bury himself deep within her hard and fast, he made himself maintain a slow and steady, even gentle pace of plunge and retreat as he tried to remain as clinical and professional as possible – noting that there was no major show of blood at all, for which he was eternally grateful.
Mandy was not taking her servicing well at all, however, despite Aaron’s careful attentions. She was wiggling and moaning and thrashing and sobbing so hard that Ted reached over and slapped her bottom sharply, if only to draw her attention. “Mandy,” he said firmly, “a good ponygirl receives a stud submissively and quietly.”
She was having none of it, though, and his warning did not seem to faze her in the least. Her straining and moaning continued unabated, and she would have received a more thorough punishment even during the session only Aaron found himself unable to sustain as long a breeding session as he usually did – he wanted her too much. Soon he began thrusting harder, even against his own will, plunging himself deeply into her then withdrawing fully to repeat the motion until his whole body clenched in orgasm and he poured his seed into her, bumping himself up against her wide open pussy with each powerful spasm.
He was usually able to give a mare a very long, hard ride – almost always making them come on his cock even though he’d made them come clitorally before mounting them. Aaron knew how to use his cock to pleasure a woman – he’d been doing it since he was twelve. But Mandy – Mandy practically made him explode just thinking about those wonderful tight, wet, depths of hers – and how she creamed even when he lathered her little bottom with the cane, and how she’d actually fainted from his efforts…
Breathing very raggedly at those thoughts, Aaron made one last, sharp thrust, then held her hips to his as he let the last few drops of his seed ooze out and into her receptive little cunny.
“Mark – the – time,” he muttered, and Ted glanced at his watch.
“Ten-forty-five.”
Aaron would stay inside Mandy for a full five minutes, to optimize the possibility of fertilization. Actually, as they didn’t really have an idea of her cycle yet, this time was unlikely to bear fruit, but it would be duly noted as a breeding attempt, and he intended to follow the usual method to the T so that she would know exactly what the routine was, regardless of who she was put with in the future.
Mandy continued to sob, but she was no longer struggling against Aaron, but rather was almost hanging in her bonds quite dejectedly as Aaron and Ted stroked her flanks and her face.
“There now, pet, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” Andrew crooned. “But you did not accept and submit as you should, Mandy. A good ponygirl submits to servicing whenever it is demanded of her – quietly and without resistance.” Aaron caught Ted’s eye. “Time?”
“Five.”
Aaron eased himself out of Mandy, reaching for an antiseptic towelette that he used to wash up the small amount of blood that was oozing around her opening. “This might sting just a little, baby, but it’s gonna help you heal quicker.” He rubbed some soothing cream around her entrance as she jerked a little. “Shh-shh-shh, babygirl. Just making you feel all better.”
Only when she’d been made more comfortable did Aaron clean himself up and readjust his clothing. While Ted was carefully arranging Mandy for the trip back to her stall, Aaron was lubing up a good-sized vaginal plug that would allow her to retain the sperm that had just been deposited inside her. The Stables breeding program did everything it could to maximize the possibility of fertilization, and this was one of their most successful measures.
She tensed immediately when Aaron began to press the big plug up inside her, but Ted held her fast as she was invaded yet again, this time by something inanimate and big and thick. It rubbed against where she’d lost her virginity, and began to sting immediately because the thick area before the flange kept her unnaturally stretched. “That’s a good girl. Just a little thing to help you keep my sperm up inside you – so that hopefully you’ll get pregnant. We’ll take it out in about an hour.” Mandy whimpered at that pronouncement.
It amazed her when, instead of being stood back up as she expected, she instead was gathered into Aaron’s arms – bound as always – and he carried her back to her stall. “Now,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “we’re spoiling you a little bit, Mandy-girl, because the usual thing to do is to spend the hour after you’re bred in the pens in the ‘breed present’ with the plug in. But I think you’ll be more comfortable in your own stall.”
She ended up back in her lilac scented stall, in that horridly familiar position with her bottom hiked up into the air and her head down in the sweet smelling hay. She was just beginning to relax a little when they each took a cane in one hand and stood on either side of her.
“What did we have to say to you several times while you were being bred, Mandy? About submitting? And not struggling?” Aaron asked rhetorically, laying his cane on her bottom almost tenderly. He sounded reluctant to have to do this, but Mandy knew by now that that was not going to stop him from doing it. She was beginning to realize that any sort of resistance was just going to get her more of the same painful meetings with the cane or the paddle or the leather strap they all seemed to carry. “We told you not to do it, didn’t we? We told you how a ponygirl behaves, and you chose to ignore us. So now you are going to pay the price for being a naughty and rebellious ponygirl.”
The strokes fell in rapid succession, one after the other – often one on top of the other which made her mutant yell explode hoarsely from her mouth – as they each scolded her thoroughly for being uncooperative during breeding. Before they were through with her, they’d laid a fresh layer of supremely painful welts on her backside all the way from the top of her crack to just above the backs of her knees, and Mandy was truly one sorry little ponygirl.
When they had finished with her discipline, it was almost as if it had never happened as far as they were concerned – as if the slate was wiped clean. But Mandy was crying so hard she was almost sick. A straw-like mechanism was arranged right next to her lips so that if she was thirsty, she could take a drink. Ted and Aaron massaged her soothingly and talked quietly between themselves, praising her as she gradually settled down.
In exactly one hour, the plug was removed very carefully and more salve was applied -
Mandy heard Aaron tell Ted to note that she was not actively bleeding at all – then she was fed lunch and bedded and bound down for her afternoon rest.