by Penny Birch
‘Are you OK?’ she asked, sinking down to stroke my head.
‘Could I have some lunch, please?’ I said, my own voice sounding pitiful in my ears.
‘Of course,’ she answered, ‘I’ll bring some in a minute. Did you enjoy the morning?’
‘It was excellent, but I thought I wasn’t going to be punished until after lunch?’
‘I thought it would be nice to introduce Pinky to everyone while all the females were pony-girls; besides, you were getting just a bit too cheeky.’
‘I suppose I was,’ I admitted. ‘How’s Anna behaving, now she’s no longer in role as Dumplings?’
‘You’ve certainly done something, there. She’s just asked if I’d like to spank her and Poppy side by side.’
‘Can I watch?’ I asked, delighted by the prospect.
‘Maybe,’ she replied evenly and left the stall.
She came back after a few minutes, not with a plate but with a zinc bucket which she put in front of me. To be fair to her, it wasn’t full of the slops I probably deserved, but of a mixture of what everyone else had been eating. It was still humiliating to be fed it out of a bucket and by the end it was smeared all over my face.
Amber laughed and left me again, only for her head and shoulders to reappear above the door but well out into the yard. She raised her hand and the babble of voices died away.
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ she began, ‘the afternoon’s programme will commence shortly with a training session for our novice pony-girls, Hazel and Pepper, and under my own direction. However, we also have the second of today’s punishments. I am ashamed to admit the miscreant is my own girlfriend, Penny, whom I have all too clearly failed to discipline properly. She has been unfaithful to me and also to Matthew and Catherine…’
I swallowed, realising just what a slut I was about to be made to look. All of it was true, but not really fair. There was no point in whining, as it was obvious that nobody was genuinely cross with me. That didn’t mean they weren’t going to enjoy punishing me, and my arousal was joined by fairly serious apprehension as Amber continued.
‘She has deceived Anna and Poppy, peeped at Michael and Ginny and trespassed on Henry’s land. All of us therefore have earnt the right to punish her. Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything she’s done wrong to Anderson and Vicky, but it seems unfair to leave them out. Therefore I have had Pinky chained in a stall and she will remain there for the rest of the meet, her only purpose being to serve our sexual needs. Any questions? No? Well, let’s get on with the training, then.’
That was it. Amber disappeared, presumably as she stepped off the carriage, and I was left, a naked piggy-girl, chained for the sexual amusement of ten people. Even if I hadn’t been excited already, the idea would have had my pussy running with juice. As it was, all I could do was start to masturbate very gently while I waited for my first visitor.
The bastards completely ignored me, giving their full attention to Hazel and Pepper. I could hear laughter and murmurs of appreciation from outside, but not one of them had the decency to come in and fuck me or make me lick her to orgasm. I kept wanting to bring myself off and then stopped, knowing that it would be better to wait. I was squatting down with my legs open, in the state of uninhibited bliss that comes with being a piggy-girl. I sucked a finger and slid it up my bottom, then sucked it again, indifferent to who saw or what they thought of my behaviour. Not that there was anyone to see and it wasn’t until the training session was over that I got my first visitors.
The door at the end of the stables slammed and I heard footsteps approaching. They sounded masculine and, sure enough, it was Michael, unzipping his flyas he came into my stall. He sank to his knees and offered his limp cock to my mouth, the door slamming again even as I took it gratefully in and began to suck.
The newcomer was Ginny, who just laughed when she saw me with her husband’s cock in my mouth. She was naked except for Amber’s leather shorts, which were unbuttoned at the front and still almost bursting around her bottom. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she fitted the dildo into place. I spread my knees obligingly as she went to kneel behind me. A moment later, the tip of the dildo nudged my pussy, then slid in, filling me with the thick, rubber shaft. Michael’s cock hardened quickly as he watched his wife fuck me, his hand tangling in my hair as he came to full erection.
Ginny had me by the hips and was fucking me with slow, even strokes, pushing the dildo to the hilt with each one. Michael paused to take his balls out, had me kiss them and then put his cock back in my mouth.
‘Spread her cheeks, darling; I want to watch it go in,’ he said hoarsely.
She obliged, pulling my bum cheeks apart as he began to masturbate into my mouth.
‘Yes,’ he gasped, ‘that looks so nice. Go on, darling, fuck the little slut; oh, Ginny.’
His cock started to jerk and my mouth was suddenly full of come, making me gag on his erection as he pushed it to the hilt in my mouth. He kept it right in for what seemed like ages, his come squeezing out around his shaft and dribbling down my chin. Ginny pulled out as he did, only to offer the dildo to my mouth. I sucked, the taste of my own pussy juice mingling with the other.
As they left I sank my face into the straw, breathing heavily and feeling utterly soiled. The stall was hot and rather stuffy, my head spinning from sex and heat, yet I was strangely sensitive, aware of the touch of individual blades of straw, the wet feeling of come around my mouth, the slight weight of my tail bobbing over my naked bottom.
My next visitors were Matthew and Catherine, he fully dressed and wearing his normal friendly, slightly shy grin, she still in pony-girl harness but for her bridle and streaked with sweat. As she turned, I saw that her bottom was decorated with several scarlet tramlines.
‘We’ve come to give you some pudding, you two-timing little tart,’ she told me blithely. ‘Get on all fours.’
There had been no malice in her words, just the taunting tone of someone who knows that they’re going to punish you. I watched as she pulled his cock and balls out of his trousers and began to stroke them lovingly. He stiffened quickly under her caresses and was soon proudly erect with his balls bulging out underneath his shaft. I moved forward, hoping to be allowed to take the lovely thick penis in my mouth, only to have Catherine cuff me gently away and begin to masturbate him by hand.
‘Behave yourself,’ she chided. ‘That’s not for you.’
With that she leant forward and took him in her own mouth, sucking greedily until I was sure he would come, then pulling her head away as I realised what she meant by pudding.
‘This is,’ she said, grabbing his cock and aiming it right at me. The jet of sperm caught me full in the face, half in my open mouth and half over my snout and cheek. She caught the second spurt in her hand, making a pool of sticky white.
‘Lick it up,’ she ordered, holding her hand out to me.
I put my tongue in the little pool of sperm, tasting the salt. Catherine made a disgusted face; Matthew watched with relish as I lapped it up. When I had finished, she wiped her hand on my tits and rose with a laugh that mingled delight and repulsion. Only as she stepped aside did I realise that Henry, Anderson and Vicky had all watched me humiliate myself from the yard.
‘I cannot resist that little bum,’ Anderson remarked.
‘Doesn’t it look tempting, with her little curly tail?’
‘Truly delightful,’ Henry remarked. ‘Shall we?’
‘Why not?’ Anderson answered. ‘Vicky?’
‘Sure,’ she agreed.
I wanted to come and didn’t care what they did. My fingers were on my pussy as they entered the stall, rubbing my clit. Vicky took both men’s cocks out, rubbing them and then sucking Anderson as Henry offered me his oversized prick. I opened wide and took it in, my mouth gaping around the shaft. He began to fuck my mouth as someone’s finger slid up my bum-hole. I heard Vicky giggle and felt her boyfriend’s cock against my anus, pushing, breaking into me and then sliding
up my bottom with what must be the rudest feeling of all.
My bottom-hole was stretched around one erect cock, my mouth full of another. Vicky mounted me, leaning forward to kiss me and lick at Henry’s shaft, her weight on my back. Her bum was towards Anderson, presenting him with two female bottoms to admire as he buggered mine. My eyes were shut and my head swimming, orgasm beginning to well up in me as my fingers ground against my clit.
‘Me, too!’ I heard vaguely, finding a soft body trying to get under mine. The others moved to accommodate the newcomer and helped me. It was Poppy, the thick black curls of her pussy hair appearing under my face as my hand was pulled gently away from my clit and her tongue substituted. Henry pulled his cock out of my mouth and slid it into Poppy’s vagina, making her gasp against my own. I licked at her, tasting her, then finding my mouth once more filled with his enormous cock, now sticky with Poppy’s juice. My anus was on fire, Anderson’s hips slamming against my buttocks. Henry’s cock exploded in my mouth without warning, and then I was coming, too. I could barely breathe as my muscles spasmed, my anus clamping tight around the intruding cock. I caught an image of Poppy’s pubic hair covered in white semen, then my vision went red as my orgasm peaked, purple as a second hit me, then black as it all finally got too much.
I came round in the yard. Amber had a cold rag to my face and the rest of them were standing round looking concerned.
‘Penny? Are you all right?’ she asked.
‘Sort of,’ I managed, after a moment.
‘You should have used the stop word,’ she chided me gently.
‘I didn’t want to,’ I admitted. ‘Can I have some water?’
Ginny passed a bottle to me and I drank deeply, returning more or less to normal as the cool fluid trickled down my throat.
‘I’ll be OK,’ I assured them. ‘Leave me propped up with the bottle and I’ll just watch.’
That was how I spent the rest of the meet: propped up in the shade with a string of concerned friends waiting on my every need. I felt weak and not a little bit sore, but very satisfied. They’d taken my piggy snout and tail off, but I was otherwise naked, which seemed completely natural. I just wanted to rest, but that didn’t stop me enjoying the view.
When I had fainted, Anna had been giving Amber a drive and the next item was the joint spanking of Anna and Poppy. This was done with both girls naked and kneeling side by side on the rear seats of the carriage. She spanked them both, then gave each six strokes of the cane, Anna obviously no longer caring what the men saw of her body or behaviour.
There was another race after that, with Ginny and Catherine pulling Michael and Matthew. Ginny won and Catherine was duly put across her knee and spanked in front of everybody. Matthew and Michael also took turns, leaving poor Katie’s bottom looking very sore indeed.
Anna asked why none of the men had been anything other than dominant, but it was Amber who teased Michael and Anderson into being her pony-boys and hitched them to the carriage to offer the girls rides. From there, things became less organised, with people playing more gently and couples tending to stick together more. I could tell people were getting tired and, soon after, Amber stood up and asked if anybody had any final requests before we called it a day.
I’d been resting for over an hour and was beginning to feel a bit more alive. Not only that, but, for all the intensity of my period as a piggy-girl, I’d neither been spanked properly nor been a pony-girl.
‘Me,’ I chirped up as Amber looked around. ‘I’d like a gentle spanking from someone small: Poppy, if she’d like to. After that, I’ll be your pony-girl for a lap of the park.’
‘There’s energy for you,’ Amber said. ‘Come on, Poppy, put her over your knee.’
Poppy smiled shyly and came over to offer her hand. I took it and walked behind her to the centre of the yard, where a chair had been placed for an earlier spanking. Poppy kissed me as she sat down and pulled me gently across her lap, putting her hand on my bottom and stroking for a while before starting to spank me. We were both naked and happy to be naked, the spanking purely erotic rather than punishment, done as much to show off for everyone else as for our own pleasure. My bum was pleasantly warm when she finished and I knelt to kiss her feet, making a very public show of submission to the least dominant girl among us.
Somehow that act was immensely satisfying and I knew that a quick run as Amber’s pony-girl would put the final touch on the day. For all the general air of exhaustion, Amber harnessed me properly, putting my tail in and adding nipple and cheek bells along with plenty of ribbons. When I was ready, she had me kneel and she mounted the cart, putting me into motion with a command and a touch of the whip to my right buttock.
I walked smoothly and evenly, deliberately wiggling my bottom to make the tail swing for Amber’s pleasure. I was totally happy, easy and confident as a pony-girl and deeply in love with my driver. We crossed in front of the ruined house and entered the wood, Amber putting me into a trot on the downhill slope.
As we passed the point at which I had first seen Michael and Ginny earlier that summer, I couldn’t resist a glance to the side.
There was a face looking at me. Female, freckled and blonde, with glasses, her mouth open in an expression of shocked amazement. If she wasn’t in the same bush I had hidden in, then it must have been a neighbouring one. I shied and stopped, but the girl had gone, only the tell-tale crack of a twig telling me that I had really seen her.
‘Calliphigenia!’ Amber ordered sharply. ‘Walk on!’
I obeyed, wondering if I had looked quite so shocked the first time I had seen a pony-girl. Maybe, but probably not.
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