Ruth released her pony from the rack which was put to the side. Then she watched as the treadmill was pushed to the center of the stage again.

"I will have to explain this a bit" Rebecca interrupted "Of course we were thinking about rebuilding a lunge. A small one with a pole in the middle and a crossbar where the lash was attached to. But still there was not enough room to provide enough freedom of movement. And as we could not do this outside although it would have looked nice with a carriage i had that other idea and Marlon built a nice supplement. The mirror is a bonus so he can see if his posture is correct, and instead of a leash we use the two chains attached to the metal poles. They are flexible a bit so not keeping the required pace will only pull. You want to attach the clamps?"

She looked at Ruth who took the nipple clamps out of her hands. "Interesting" she murmured "they look different."

"They do " Rebecca smiled. The screw is the other way round. Usually You have a screw determining how much they open so they are not too tight. These work the other way round and the screw tightens the clamp. You should apply it not directly at the nipple but behind so the flesh is pulled to the front as it is a directing device this time and so has to be really tight."

Ruth was satisfied and her eyes started to glow as she played with Marlon's nipple so it got erect. She pulled it and attached the clamp behind fastening the screw until Marlon was drawing a grimace. Then she did the same with the second clamp.

Marlon stepped on the threadmill and the clamps were attached to the vertcal poles.

Rebecca now gave Ruth a remote control: "This is a specialty. You will not find many treadmills with a remote, but it is useful for different kinds of play, although i would not recommend it for high heels training as this is rather dangerous.

With the remote You will be able to control the speed. Please start gentle as Your pony will have to adapt to the pace - and it has no hands free to help himself."

Ruth took the remote in her left and the bullwhip in her right hand. Then she pressed the button labeled 'Start' The treadmill slowly started to run and the pony tried to adapt to it's speed. Ruth's eyes glinted - this seemed to be something she had always wanted to try.

She switched the tone and seemed to forget where she was and what was really going on: "Come on, a bit faster!" She pressed a button and the machine was running faster with Marlon having to try to catch up on his hooves

"And up with Your feet! I want to see a nice movement. Thighs up!

One - Two - One - Two!

UP with those legs! You have to move them faster to be able to reach the height! It must be 90 degrees minimum, so it looks dashing and spirited!

One - Two - One - Two !"

She pressed the button again and the machine got faster again. It was now difficult for Marlon as the speed was almost too high. Still he was reminded by the sharp pull on his nipples that this was no suggestion but an order. So he tried his best to adapt to the pace.

"One - Two - One - Two! Do not be so lame - a bit quicker! This is some training, not a leisure - walk!

And do not forget Your pose and the legs that have to go up all the way!

Up! - and Up! - and Up! - and Up!

This is not enough - further Up! - move quicker so You have the time to bring them up!

Up! - Up! - Up! - Up!

Ohhh…!

Sssssshhh! ------ S…M…A…C…K…!

There was a sharp blow followed by a crack as the bullwhip hit Marlon's buttocks!

He tumbled a bit but managed to go ahead with only a little wobble. Where the whip had hit him a red welt started to appear.

"Hmm. Ahhmmm!" this was Becky now interrupting "Would You mind…"

Ruth looked at her with a deep joy in here eyes "This pony deserves it. It's the only way to educate those beasts, the only language they understand! I would never beat a real pony, but this male…"

"This is my male!" Rebecca was very direct now "I am lending him to You - but You are not allowed to damage him."

Ruth got back to reality a bit more "Damaging? This will not do any damage. - It is a male and they can handle this - it will be gone soon"

"You are right" Rebecca gave back "But You were only starting - and i am not convinced You can handle the bullwhip as this is a severe instrument which can cause real damage if not handled out of knowledge. I am sorry as i do not want to interrupt the joy You seem to have using it - but couldn't You use a crop, or a paddle. These are easier to handle. You need even some experience with a flogger, but with a bullwhip You will have to train with or You will hit parts You do not want to hit - and the bullwhip will cause damage then.

I thought You were using it as a symbol and to make noises hitting the floor."

Both women stared at each other. Ruth had been thrown out of her fantasy rather rude - and Rebecca realized that she had been pushed over her limits. She had not thought that she would have limits according to the use of Marlon by her friends - but she clearly had - and there was no way she could allow others to use him in the way Ruth had done it. She would have to think about that when she was alone again, especially for those later sessions which much more impact. But now she needed to get the session back on track.

First they had to release Marlon. He was still running at high speed as nobody had thought to switch the device off when they started talking.

He was breathing heavily as he now could stop as he had no other option than to run with his nipples attached to the machine.

Rebecca inspected the welt, then turned to Ruth smiling again: "What a nice souvenir. He will carry that for a few sessions i guess - reminding all of us about Your impact. You can go on if You want, but please do not use the bullwhip on him for education but a beating instrument with less impact.

Sorry to have interrupted but i think it is my duty as head-mistress to ensure there is nothing going seriously wrong. Maybe i should play this as a role and just command - but i thought it would be better that way and also i got alarmed myself - maybe this is not too clearly visible but lending my husband to You for bdsm is a totally new experience for me too…"

Ruth nodded - and the glow had left her eyes: "I do understand You. And i am also wondering what i got into… But it was a great feeing - i was so free - and it felt so right…

I still think he needs some training as these thighs need to go up some more to give an acceptable impression as a ponyboy. I mean nobody wants to be ashamed of his performance when going down the street with a cart…

But i think we will move on as the current setup would remind me of what just happened and i could not let loose so easily any more with him on that treadmill - even with a crop instead of the bullwhip.

I have seen You have arranged the other items i asked for. There are so many other things i want to use that pony for, so i think i just will proceed to the next step."