Chapter 5

Peppergirl's Punishment

Peppergirl was in her stall, standing by the door, waiting to be fed. It was one month since she was put into heat by her owner and she had not yet had a period and was desperately hoping she was not pregnant. She was only twenty and had not even thought about marriage let alone children. She was not sure she wanted children she had told her friends but there was still plenty of time to decide.

That, though, was when she was free. Now she lived in a stall and one month ago had heat induced in her body by her owner, Mr. Clark. She was then mated to a strong well built stallion. She was innocent of the knowledge that heat had been induced in her by artificial means. She only wanted to have her desires satisfied and did not worry about the consequences.

Now she worried. Any time her owner, Mr. Clark, desired, she could be put into heat and would loose control of her body such that her need must be satisfied. She was so helpless. What was she to become ran through her head if she was indeed pregnant.

Would she return to being a ponygirl after the birth, tightly harnessed, disciplined, and pampered. Or would she become the broodmare that Mr. Clark hinted would happen when her days as a ponygirl were over. When she would no longer be able to pull the carriage with grace, beauty, and the strength of youth. To have one child after another and then turned into a draftmare for the rest of her life.

She shuddered at that thought. Her life was long ahead of her and to spend most of it as a draft animal frightened her. She could live sixty more years she thought and then realized that she never saw any old mares or even middle age ones. What happened to them she wondered. There were supposed to be three generations of human mares on the island. Were they put to sleep? The thought revolted her but there were no old mares and that thought came back and haunted her.

She prayed she was not pregnant. Even as a broodmare she would work. She would be hitched to wagons and move goods with other draftgirls until her pregnancy interfered. No, she thought, please no, and whinnied loudly for Sarah.

She needed comfort and Sarah understood her needs. But Sarah did not come. She was busy elsewhere with the meals. Peppergirl walked around her stall, her hooves breaking some of the dried straw that was her bed.

Peppergirl's life was no longer her own. Since she was brought to the island she belonged to Mr. Clark and he trained her as his ponygirl. She was no more then a female horse in his eyes and she was treated as such. Even to the time as to when she would be bred.

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When Peppergirl awoke from sleep after her mating she put up quite a big scene so upset was she. Vicki, the stable lass, tried to calm her down by telling her not to worry, that it was Mr. Clark's will and that she should know that he is to be obeyed.

Vicki tried to keep her quiet since she did understand. She was to be mated next month and she only hoped that the drug would not be used on her.

Peppergirl had worked herself into a frenzy and eventually Mr. Clark came. He had her bridled and brought to the post in the center of the barn. Her reins were tied over her head and Mr. Clark wasted no time. He struck her three times with a three prong pony whip. Peppergirl screamed loudly but it did knock some sense into her and she quieted down.

"Now be quiet. You know better than to act like that. Don't let your possible pregnancy bother your little head. Just do as you are told. As to that little scene let what's coming bear reminder as to how you are supposed to behave.

"Now you three," he said pointing to Pertnose, Firehead, and Longlegs, "watch what will happen to you if you act the same or do not obey your trainers."

With that he laid the whip over her back and sides. He timed the blows so the full pain of one would be felt before the next one landed. Peppergirl was crying. The blows had staggered her. The next blow landed across her left udder.

The young fillies were shocked. Never before had they seen someone beaten like this. They had been punished but never to this extent and Mr. Clark was still mad. They each made vows to themselves always to obey.

Three more times was Peppergirl hit on the chest before she turned around. Two dozen lashes she received and with the last one she fainted and hung from the bit in her mouth.

Mr. Clark looked at her limp form, told Vicki to leave her alone, and left.

Vicki waited until he was gone for awhile and than went back and lowered Peppergirl to the floor. She wet her face and Peppergirl woke up and stared moaning and crying.

"Easy Peppergirl, easy. Do not speak else I must punish you more," Vicki spoke. "I will comfort you but you must behave and be quit."

Vicki took the bit and bridle off and checked Peppergirls mouth for damage from hanging on the bit. The young mare's mouth was fine but the rest of her body was bruised from the whip. Vicki took the mare's tits into her mouth and in turn sucked each, drawing milk to help relieve the pressure. Peppergirl had not been milked since she arrived. She then helped her stand on her hooves and led her to her stall where she promptly lay down and went to sleep

Vicki was asleep in the next stall when Peppergirl awoke the next morning and immediately went to soothe her. She helped the mare stand and groomed her, talking gently all the time.

Peppergirl's body was sore, especially her back, but Vicki was gentle with her. Peppergirl saw Cathy taking care of the other ponygirls and it was Cathy who brought Peppergirl's breakfast to her as Vicki continued her grooming.

The young mare lowered her head to the trough and ate. When she finished, Vicki went to work on her face and hair. Her teeth were cleaned, face scrubbed, and hair set and combed. She then brought out the cosmetics and Peppergirl knew she was to be used and became jumpy and shook her head no to Vicki.

How could she pull his carriage after he did this to her, Peppergirl thought. He had mated her with a stallion and then punished her because she did not like it. Before she worked herself up further Vicki spoke.

"Easy Peppergirl. You will pull the carriage, you know that, besides it will help keep your mind off the pain. Relax, let your training take over. Now let me fix you up pretty or we will both be punished."

This was the first Peppergirl ever heard of the stable lasses being punished. She felt sorry for them, but not too much, considering the way they treated and punished her.

Shortly Vicki was finished and Peppergirl stood glistening, her body completely groomed. Vicki put a bit and bridle on her and lashed the reins to a hook hanging from the ceiling of the stall. She then chained her hooves together and to a hook recessed in the floor. Peppergirl stood in the middle of her stall unable to sit, stand or rub her body against the walls of the stall. She would remain groomed to perfection until called for. Vicki left and went to another stall. Peppergirl resigned herself to a long wait and contemplated her new life.

In the short time she had been on the island she had her humanity stripped from her and had turned into an animal, trained to perform to her owner's satisfaction. She had been turned into a human horse and called a ponygirl. She knew the bit and bridle and lash. Her feet were encased in imitation horse hooves to give her a more horse-like appearance. All she used was the toes and balls of her feet to walk and run on. Her udders - she found herself thinking of her breasts as udders - were injected with a drug to make her give milk and every day she was milked so the pressure would not hurt her performance.

She was an adult and therefore was called a mare unlike the young girls across from her who were called fillies. Her arms were always bound to her sides so she had no control over them. Her body was cared for by the stable lasses. Her entire existence depended upon them. They fed, groomed, and trained her.

Though she did not yet know it she began to look forward to the times she was used by Mr. Clark. For two months she had been trained and this was her future. She shuddered at this thought but knew it was becoming true. She was so well controlled that soon she thought they would have her thinking that this was what her whole life should have been. She was a ponygirl. She was the prettiest and favorite of them all, but this she knew was to no avail when Mr. Clark wanted something from her and she did not like it. He would have her his way. She was only an animal who pulled his carriage.

Two hours later she was taken and harnessed to his carriage.

Mr. Clark came out and stood in front of her and looked into her eyes. Peppergirl knew she had been disobedient and avoided his eyes. She shrunk as far away from him as she could but this was no more then a couple of inches because of the harness. Mr. Clark took her chin and turned her face to look at his.

"I see you are contrite as you should be. Your life is mine to do with as I please. The next time you act the way you did it will be much worse. Do you understand."

Peppergirl nodded yes.

"That's good. I like you too much as my ponygirl to make you into something else for rebellious mares. Now, lets have a taste."

He lowered his mouth to her right tit and sucked. Then he got into the carriage and Peppergirl presented herself at the correct time, felt the whip on her, and was off, letting Mr. Clark control her with the whip and reins.

The drive back was direct without any stops for rest. Being downhill instead of uphill made it easier for Peppergirl. Mr. Clark used the whip on her hindquarters only to keep her running at a fast clip. During the downhill portion, Mr. Clark had to pull back on the reins to slow her down.

Peppergirl was breathing hard when she saw the ranch one mile away. Never had she run as hard as just now. When she went the other way only the uphill portion was tough and then she had rests, but now she was being punished and knew it. Her breaths were deep and she was foaming at the mouth. Her whole mind was concentrating on putting one hoof before the other and obeying the bit in her mouth. Her hindquarters, still sore from yesterday, were even worse now.

She rounded the gate into the yard and wondered if Mr. Clark was even going to slow her down before she arrived at the house. She would faint, with her heart pumping so fast and her pulse up from the running. Just as she completed the turn, she felt a tug on the reins and slowed down to about half her speed, until the resistance dropped, and she then maintained the new speed. She was driven twice around the yard, then slowed some more and walked around the yard, until she calmed down sufficiently. She was pulled up in front of Sarah, who came out when she heard them arrive.

Sarah walked to the front of Peppergirl, and, stroking her, said, "I see you have been disciplined. I hope you have learned your lesson."

Peppergirl whinnied and shook her head yes.

"That is good. Come, I'll clean you."

Mr. Clark handed Sarah the reins and left.

Peppergirl was led, carriage and all, to the barn, where Sarah unharnessed her, washed her down, and fed her. With her arms tightly bound behind her, Peppergirl was led to her stall and told to rest.

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Once month later, tightly harnessed in her stall, bit and bridled attached, Peppergirl felt a trickle down her leg. As best she could with her reins leashed above her she looked and saw she was bleeding. She was not pregnant. She was so happy she whinnied several times until Sarah came and then positioned herself to be seen. Sarah entered and inspected the blood and confirmed to Peppergirl that she was not pregnant.

She then took Peppergirl by the reins and started to lead her outside to the waiting carriage, when she heard a commotion.

Mr. Clark had come through the door, dragging a strikingly beautiful blond headed girl of twenty-one or twenty-two by the hair. She was kicking and fighting and screaming the whole way. He threw her to the far corner of the barn, where she lay still, the wind knocked out of her.

"She does not like the way I treat her, Sarah. She said a dog is treated better and she would rather be a dog then a bed partner. So here she is. Make her into a dog Sarah. Train her well. She will set an example for the rest of the bed partners."

The girl ran to Mr. Clark and threw herself on her hands and knees and lowered her face to his boots. Her knees were spread and revealed all there was to see.

"Master, please no. I'm sorry. Please. I'll behave. Please Master, give me another chance. I will cause no trouble."

"Silence! You wished to be a dog and so you shall be. From this day forward you will be treated as a dog and trained as such. You will set a very good example for the rest."

With that he left. Sarah snapped a collar and leash on her. She led the new dog to a corner and attached the leash to a bolt in the floor, allowing her to rise only to the knees.

The girl was far too shocked to resist.