Mrs. Anne Delavois, beautifully dressed in silken crinoline and flowered  hat, with long white gloves on the slender hands which lightly held the reins of her smart light carriage, looked with delight at the lovely mare between the shafts , as the carriage swished along the pleasant sandy lanes on the  way home from Mrs. Topham's mansion where she had just bought Arabella.  She was aware that her practice of driving mares in public without any clothing had caused much comment, but contemplating the graceful lines of Arabella's naked body before her, she was well pleased.  After her first rebellious  protest, plunging and bucking in the village street, the mare now seemed  docile and she was certainly settling down to the drive.

   Anne decided to be careful not to overtire the beautiful creature on this first little trip back to the awaiting stable.  Just an occasional flick of the whip across the flaring bottom.  A meticulous disciplinarian, Anne  planned the perfection in her mare when every movement of the body would be exactly as she, the owner, trained her, to show off the exquisitely fashioned body in the smartest of harness.  She kept perfect control by the reins. Already the shy Arabella, utterly embarrassed at first in her nakedness, was trotting smoothly at a spanking pace.  Anne had fitted special high boots on her feet, which below the ankle were shaped like a horse's hoof, with little silver horseshoes.  The mare's high-stepping pace made a steady clip clop clip clop on the road and Anne noticed the beads of sweat on the shapely  back.

   "Whoa back!" she cried gaily, reining in hard as they came level with a horse trough in the roadside.  The mare came to a halt, snorting and  breathing heavily, with heaving flanks.  "Feet together," admonished her owner, pulling gently on the bearing rein to bring the lovely bridled head  up to the correct high position.  Anne stepped down from the carriage and began a leisurely inspection of the flashing-eyed quivering steed.  How lovely she is, thought Anne.  I'll have a short drink myself from her, then  let her drink and give her some grooming while she has a rest.

   "I expect you are thirsty," she remarked, "but you have got to learn that serving me comes first.  You belong completely to me, and whenever I am  thirsty, or in fact whenever I feel like enjoying the sense of any part of your lovely body, I expect you to place yourself at my disposal.  Now, offer me a drink."  Arabella did not at first appear to have understood.  Anne  gave her a smack across the rump.  "You have had plenty of time for your breasts to have filled again after Major Ottery sucked you almost dry, when I was out of the room at Mrs. Topham's," she remarked pleasantly, "so invite me to partake."

   "Arabella mumbled, scarlet in the face with embarrassment,  "Please, Mrs. Delavois, help yourself to my nipples."

   "That's better," Anne said.  "Now keep your head well up, and present the chest.  I will choose a breast."  Anne took Arabella's left breast in both hands and relished the smoothness of the tight skin and the sheen of sweat which made it deliciously slippery.  She fondled for awhile, approving the large succulent nipple from which a little ooze of white milk began to  escape.  She squeezed gently, felt Arabella quiver, and a spurt of milk came. She let her tongue chase the nipple round for a few moments, then with both  hands eased the breast far into her mouth and began a leisurely sucking. The milk was rich and creamy, and again Anne congratulated herself on acquiring this delightful creature.

   "Now it's your turn, dear," she said, and undid the tight harness from  the carriage, but left Arabella with pinioned arms and head out of the  shafts to the horse trough.  "Keep your rhythmic walk," she remarked.  Anne wanted to train Arabella always to move her shoulders slightly to give the attractive movement to the heavy breasts when walking, but that would come with regular practice.  Arabella in her bondage looked utterly charming, as she spread her legs wide to enable her to lower the head to the trough. When she had finished, Anne led her back to the carriage and, before reharnessing her, produced a sponge and began a careful wiping of every part of the body, lifting the breasts to dry the skin beneath them and parting the thighs to give her a full washing between the legs.  Again she was glad that she had shaved all round the mare's soft slit.  She looked far better without a fuzz of hair in that delicious quarter.

   Another carriage was coming along the lane, and Anne recognized Mrs.  Ottery, driving a very blond, rather stolid looking girl, to whom she was sharply talking.  Mrs. Ottery reined up, and contemplated Arabella with interest.  Her husband had told her of his efforts to buy her at Mrs.  Topham's.

   Mrs. Ottery's stables were well known, in fact they were more of a dairy farm.  She and the Major had begun in a small way some twenty-five years ago, starting with stock consisting of a big Scandinavian woman and her two daughters and a male friend.  The friend became the farm stallion, and  quickly sired a considerable herd, all of whom gave ample milk, and the offspring were bred as soon as they could carry calves.  Much to the delight of the Otterys, the stud seemed able to sire far more daughters than sons, and the business flourished.  The Ottery farm was well known in milk  marketing, as the stolid huge-breasted Scandinavian stock were permanently in flowing lactation.

   Mrs. Ottery however had a strain of Puritanism in her nature, and  disapproved of nudity.  There were many tales of her straitlaced rule of the dairy farm.  It was run on strictly business lines, any stock that failed to produce milking offspring were sold off, and the mare between the shafts of Mrs. Ottery's carriage was clearly one of her most profitable milkers to judge from the immense bosom under her tunic.  For Mrs. Ottery dressed all her stock in soft leather tunics.

   Her dairy farm was sometimes jocularly referred to as the "crinoline  dairy" from the clothing with which Mrs. Ottery insisted on covering her stock.  She milked them with their wrists tied to a rail above their heads, allowing her to slip her hands under the tunics and reach the breasts.

   The two ladies chatted casually while their mares eased themselves in  their tight harness, and champed on their bits.  Anne saw no reason to offer Mrs. Ottery a drink from Arabella.  Her own well built mare could easily have provided for her, if her owner had not been so prudish about dairying in public.  Anne casually ran her fingers down Arabella's back, slightly parting the cleft in the bottom in order to tighten a strap around a thigh.

   "This is Gillian," said Mrs. Ottery.  "She's very carefully bred to  preserve the good milking strain.  She is a daughter of Ingrid, one of our two original Scandinavian girls who produced a fine brood of calves.

   Anne knew it was time to be pushing on.  She knew Mrs. Ottery envied her possession, and she wanted to show off Arabella's paces.  Getting back into  the carriage after a general tightening up of the mare's harness, she pulled up the head to show the best points of the body.  She demonstrated the precision of her driving in taking the mare off at a fast trot, noting with satisfaction that she was steadily becoming more attuned to the strong bit in her mouth, although naturally she slavered a little, as she pulled the  carriage smoothly with the correct high-stepped action, the beautiful hindquarters swinging from side to side as the thighs pounded up and down. Anne gave her an occasional swish of the whip to augment her control by the reins.

   "Come on, let's have a gallop!" she shouted cheerfully.  "You're showing splendid leg control dear, thighs up every pace, so, up with your head, and show what you can do!"  This time she lashed the whip across the lovely bottom, perfectly placed on the correct lower part of the buttocks above the thighs, and the mare gave a squealing whinny and swept into a canter and then a full gallop.  "Well done, my darling!" called out the driver as she reined the mare in after a rousing gallop along the smooth road.

   "We'll soon be home now, and there is a nice stable waiting for you, and  a good feed."  With a flick of the whip she put Arabella into an easy trot,  sitting back comfortably in the carriage to enjoy the final stretch of the journey.  She contemplated the beautiful body in the shafts, swinging along with jingling bridle and tossing head, hooves going clip clop clip clop on  the road.  Her new treasure was going to make a splendid mare, and there was much delicious training to look forward to.