The Riding School (Pony Tales) (3 page)

'
There are softer approaches you could take, especially with the fillies who haven't signed up for this particular type of training. You've scared the poor lass half to death. Now I'm going to have to get the first aid kit,' she said, frowning. 'Can you just release the door for me?'

She depressed the door release button and Agnes sprinted out. Well, what counted as sprinting for Agnes, which was in fact a very brisk walk. That gave Hetty plenty of time to get all the equipment ready that she would need to conduct her exam. The first thing she did was wheel a small, three-tiered metal trolley alongside the middle of the horse, parallel to Jenny
's stomach. That was where most of the action would be. Stepping into a small box room, located just past the collars, she pulled on the light cord. Immediately the room came to life with row upon row of exquisitely-decorated glass dildos, shimmering silver jars of lubricant, ruled measuring dildos in sizes from tiny to enormous and inflating rubber dildos in various bold shades.

Hetty took particular pride in this room; it was she who had bought most of the items and did the yearly inventory. She had unwrapped, polished, cleaned, placed, cherished and put to use most of the equipment on display. Agnes nearly always let her do the exams, knowing how much she enjoyed them; horses for courses, as it were. In the days when she was known as Mistress Etta, she must have had one of the biggest toy boxes in the industry. She could cow submissives with just a glance back then. Chastity belts and chains, ah, those were the days.

Agnes popped her head through the door and waggled a green first aid kit in the air. 'Are you ready yet?' she asked.

'
Give me five minutes and then you can wake sleeping beauty up. There's no point having her conscious before absolutely necessary.'

'
No arguments here, I'll just finish my coffee and have a look through her paperwork.'

Hetty didn
't bother to respond, already too absorbed in the tools around her. On her trolley she placed one gleaming pump action bottle of silky smooth lubricant, the thin version rather than the nasty, thick, sticky stuff. Next she added a twelve inch ruled glass dildo of the slimmest size available, and placed the medium next to it for good measure; she couldn't be running back and forth for things at her age. A black inflatable dildo followed and that completed the necessary equipment for the vaginal exam, bar a stainless steel speculum and some long cotton swabs. The rectal exam would follow with similar equipment, just much smaller in size. She brought the items back into the tack room and smiled when she saw that Agnes had brought back a couple of plastic tubs, one with warm water inside. Dropping the two speculums into the tub of water, she changed her gloves for a fresh pair and waited for the smelling salts to do their thing.

Agnes didn
't have to wave the rather potent bottle of salts under Jenny's nose for long before her eyes snapped open. Then a gaggle of incoherent would-be screaming followed.

'
She's all yours, Hetty.' Agnes picked up her notepad once more.

Jenny
's eyes goggled as rubber-coated fingers began to exam her groin, brushing through her pubic hair to inspect the underlying skin beneath, pushing and pressing into the flesh, separating her labia majora and raising the hood of her clitoris to touch the little nub beneath. A moan escaped through her gag, she couldn't help herself. What on earth was wrong with her?

'
A Brazilian wax definitely seems to be the fashion of choice at the moment,' commented Hetty, 'although I think you'll look much prettier when you've been properly readied for pony play and all that nasty hair is removed.'

Agnes nodded her head in agreement.
'It helps for your trainer to be able to see when you're aroused, too. There is nothing like a little pony that's hot to trot with glisteningly wet and swollen labia.'

Hetty squirted a thin trail of lubricant on two of her fingers before slowly parting her subject
's inner lips and sliding them inside her vagina. She checked Jenny's uterus and ovaries and the surrounding skin for abnormalities, such as cysts or lesions. 'Right, that all seems to be fine.'

Taking the larger speculum out of the warm water, she dried it on a piece of clean white linen and slowly slid it into Jenny
's vagina. It slid in easily but her patient began to struggle furiously once more.

Agnes put two fingers to the carotid artery on Jenny
's neck and checked for her pulse. 'She's going into overdrive again. I think we need a little relaxant, if you know what I mean.'

Hetty smiled and withdrew the speculum slowly, placing it back in the water.
'A freebie? Hmm, well just this once, I suppose.' Hetty's thumb and fingers went back to their earlier position, separating the outer lips and pulling the hood of the clitoris back to expose its slightly swelling occupant. With her free hand she managed to squeeze a dollop of lubricant onto the tip of her index finger in a one-handed motion - it was amazing what you could do with years of practice - and applied light pressure to the tip of Jenny's clitoris. Just a few seconds of pressure and then she began slow, circular movements which teased the little nub into life.

Agnes came alongside to help with the ruled glass dildo. She rested it at the entrance of Jenny
's vagina and applied light pressure. It wouldn't be able to slide in until its subject had become thoroughly aroused.

Hetty continued her attentions, light little taps, soft palpations and then a little bit harder, rubbing in quick concentric circles.

A long, thin line of dribble began to seep from Jenny's lips as she began to moan helplessly.

'
I think our little pony likes to play,' said Agnes, winking at her colleague.

'
Oh, I suspect she's played many times before. Her paperwork states that she brings home a different man nearly every day of the week and I suspect it's not business related. The forms state that our little pony here has never even managed to get a job, let alone hold one down, due to laziness mostly.'

'
Well, laziness isn't a trait that will be tolerated here and I'm sure she'll soon mend her naughty ways,' said Agnes thoughtfully.

Jenny barely heard any of the conversation that was going on. Her buttocks had begun to bounce up and down on the leather horse with rhythmic frequency and her breasts were bouncing in unison with proudly erect, straining nipples. Heat had begun to pool within her face, turning it a deep shade of plum. She was beginning to breathe heavily through her nose and was clenching her fingers tightly inside her palms.

'Oh, we've got movement on the dildo,' said Agnes. It was beginning to slide quite comfortably inside the slippery lips placed before it and if possible, Jenny went a shade darker in colour as she felt the cold glass begin to penetrate. Whilst Henrietta continued to masturbate the trainee, Agnes gave the dildo a little more pressure in encouragement and was rewarded when it began to sink inside its occupant.

'
Six inches and counting, Hetty,' she said.

Hetty now placed two fingers upon Jenny
's clitoris and intensified the speed of movement.

'
Seven inches.'

Agnes began to pump the dildo in and out as Jenny raised her backside off the leather.
'She's going to make the most wonderful pony girl. Just look at the expression on her face.'

Hetty turned her attention back to her subject
's face and was quite surprised to see a meek little submissive, almost ashamed of the orgasm she was about to have, panting and heaving for breath whilst nearly foaming at the mouth. Indeed she looked quite tortured in the throes of passion and any Master would be extremely pleased with that particular look during training. Hetty's fingers found their final rhythm and with a measured pressure, they would send the pony girl off to 'O' land in a few seconds.

'
Eight inches and we're stopping. It won't budge any further,' said Agnes.

'
She'll need to work on that. Eight inches won't do at all.'

Agnes nodded.

Jenny tried to scream yet again. This time it would have been a full throttle scream of pleasure had it been able to escape. As it was it was pretty impressive, and had another line of saliva dripping down her cheek to pool on the floor beneath her. As her pussy began to convulse around the dildo she rode wave after wave of the strong contractions that had assailed her body before a fit of trembling overtook her. No-one had said a word the entire time and nor had anyone looked at her face. It should have been a very cold, dispassionate experience, and yet that had not been the case at all.

Agnes slowly slid the glass dildo back out again and placed it in the used receptacle box.
'Your turn again,' she said.

The shiny, black, inflatable dildo was picked up and admired. It would be used to measure what kind of width the trainee would be able to manage comfortably on her initial training. Hetty licked her lips and covered the black plastic in lubricant. The penis-shaped inflatable was then slowly inserted inside Jenny, who at the moment appeared rather desensitized to all that was going on around her. The new dildo barely needed the aid of lubricant, sliding deeply inside its victim with little additional help needed. When Hetty was confident that she had inserted it as far as it was able to go she began to use the small oval-shaped pump which was attached to the dildo by a black quarter-inch tube.

'Let me know when you feel a little pressure, Jenny,' said Hetty, but Jenny still looked mindless with pleasure and made no acknowledgment. One pump, then two, four, six and finally on the seventh pump of air Jenny began to protest in little staccato bursts, having finally snapped out of the aftermath of her delicious orgasm.

'
Jot down an inch and a half, Aggie,' said Hetty, who was now deflating the pump and slowly sliding the much slimmer dildo back out. A loud clunk announced that the inflatable dildo had joined its friend in the used box and would no longer be needed.

Jenny was feeling intense heat in her cheeks and embarrassment curled itself all the way through her body. Not only had she just orgasmed in front of these two old ladies, who happened to be complete strangers, but she had enjoyed herself. No, make that
really
enjoyed herself. She had never had an orgasm like it. It had ripped through her body with such force that she had screamed out loud without even realising it. Not one of the men she had sex with, and there had been a few, had managed anything even remotely close to that kind of tumultuous eruption. What was wrong with her? Wake up, she told herself, you must snap out of this weird dreamworld you have managed to create. Although she had a suspicious feeling that not even her subconscious could come up with something this bizarre.

A knock sounded on the door. It was loud, insistent and the owner of such a knock obviously did not want to be ignored.

'Come in,' both ladies chorused together.

A male head popped around the door frame.
'Hello, Aggie, Hetty,' he nodded to each and gave a rather dazzlingly bright white smile. 'Just to let you know I'll be in charge of the trainee filly when you're done. I've been told in no uncertain terms that we need to show a firm hand with her at all times. Apparently she is what's termed as "difficult" but we'll give her the benefit of the doubt until her training begins.' He winked at Jenny.

Jenny tried instinctively to cover herself up, acutely aware of how naked and exposed she was. Of course the effort was pointless. All of the most intimate parts of her body were on display and he didn
't even bat an eyelid. To make matters worse, the man was drop dead 'I've died and gone to heaven' gorgeous. He had a posh English accent, short black hair gelled upwards in soft spikes and chocolate-brown eyes. If that wasn't enough, add tight white riding breeches, a white shirt, a pair of black knee-high boots and a matching riding coat. Most women would have melted into a small puddle before him and she was definitely one of them. He was quite possibly the most desirable man she had ever had the good fortune to lay her eyes upon and she had to meet him like this. Life was not fair. A groan of frustration left her lips as her body began to heat once more, blood pumping furiously through her. Oh no, she thought, this cannot be happening yet again. Gritting her teeth she tried to quell her reaction.

'
Did you want to help perform the exam, Master Mark?' asked Hetty.

Jenny tried to shake her head in horror, knowing that as soon as the man
's fingers touched her she would explode. It had been bad enough being observed by the two old ladies, but having an attractive man there to witness these depravities would make it ten times worse. With all her might she willed him to say no.

'
Well,' he paused, as if thinking for a moment, 'how about I sit over here in the corner and watch? If you need a hand with anything you can let me know.' The devilish smile he gave to the ladies indicated that he knew his presence would give an added torment to their victim.

Jenny tried to thrash about on the horse to let her feelings on the matter be known, but other than her bottom sliding around on the leather which was now slick with her own juices, there wasn
't much movement of any account and no-one paid the slightest bit of attention to her.