Ponygirl Chariot>

by nocturnal-tendencies
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She couldn't see where she was but this was the first fresh air she'd smelled in days, and she could feel the lovely warm sun on her bare skin: Mistress was being nice enough to take her outside.

She would surely need to thank her Mistress later but for now this was a rare treat to be enjoyed despite the whip..