Bob called me in the spring. He had been called to a business meeting in Chicago and so the spring gobbler season was a bust this year. Since we were on his route out, he wondered if I would give Sue two weeks pony training. I kinda retired from the training business a few years ago. The incident with the lifestyle club and the mess afterward left a bad feeling for S and I. It happened like this:

Sam's club was in a town about two hours away. He had asked me to host a party for the group. I wasn't keen on having that many people on the farm at one time, but Sam had assured us that everyone understood that no cameras would be allowed, no pictures would be taken. Two days after the party, pictures of the party appeared on the group's website. While neither me, S, or the farm was shown, it did royally piss me off. I called Michelle who handles what little legal business I have. She had been at the party and didn't like the idea of her or C's picture being posted on the Internet. Particularly since C was nude and Michelle was in her usual farm garb, a skirt. Michelle called Sam to complain.

Sam didn't really understand what the furor was all about. He admitted to have taken the pictures himself with his camera phone. I remember he was the only one who had carried a cell phone on him. He explained that he had been careful not to take any pictures that identified the farm or anyone who didn't want their picture included on the website. Still, since my last encounter with the local sheriff, I wasn't too keen on getting the farm any publicity. Michelle advised that we break off any communications with Sam's club. I thought that that was a great piece of advice. She also advised that we close shop for awhile.

It was into this atmosphere that Bob asked me to give Sue some training. I told Bob to wait while I checked with Michelle. With her ok, I told Bob to bring Sue over.

Bob and Sue showed up in March. It was a little cool still out. The couple had thought of this and Sue had a skintight body suit and heavy boots. Bob spent the night at the farm and left for Chicago in the morning.

After saying goodbye to Bob, S and I got down to the business of training Sue. Sue changed into her jump suit for the morning. I buckled her bit and harness on her. S snapped a lead to Sue’s collar and lead her out to the practice yard. S buckled on a pulling harness. She hooked the ropes to a log and started to lead her out to the practice yard. Sue took a strain on the log and tried to drag it. She got about 50 ft. before S halted her. Sue stood in the harness sucking in air and shaking, S unhooked the log and took the harness off of Sue.

She led Sue over to the carousel. She attached Sue’s collar to the machine and turned it on slow. Sue started to march with her pace being dictated the speed set on the machine. The carousel was a good device for building stamina. Every fifteen minutes, S stopped the machine and gave her a drink of water. This went on till noon when the day started to heat up. S brought Sue in to the tack room and removed her bodysuit. The pair returned to the house for lunch.

Lunch was a discussion of how to proceed with Sue’s training. I had cuffed Sue’s elbows behind her back tight enough that they were almost touching. While S and I sat at the table, Sue was given her feed in a bowl on the porch. Her collar chained to a ring set in the concrete floor. After hearing S’s report, I decided that Sue would pull the sled for two days with 50 pounds in the sled. That should build up some stamina and strength. As lunch was ending, the phone rang. S answered it. I heard her say “ok”. She announced that Michelle and C were at the gate. I drove down to the gate to let them in.

When I got back to the house, S had harnessed Sue to the sled and loaded fifty pounds into the sled. I had built the sled a few years ago. It was harnessed to the trainee and he-or-she pulled it around wherever they went. As the trainee built up strength, the weight could be increased. S attached Sue’s harness rings to the carousel and started the speed on slow. Sue was slowly marching around the carousel pulling the sled behind. She made quite a sight. For effect, I clamped her nipples and attached bells to them. Now she jingled as she marched. The rest of the afternoon Sue spent on the carousel. Any hesitation on her part was cause for S to use a switch on her ass. When S brought her back to the house, Sue’s butt showed that she hesitated a lot.

While S was working Sue, Michelle and C were preparing for a little ride. Michelle had bought her own buggy and kept it on the farm. It might cause a stir for her to hitch C, her legal secretary, to a buggy in front of the townsfolk. C emerged from the shed harnessed to the shafts of the lightweight buggy. Her arms were bound in a single sleeve that had been custom made for her. In fact, all of her bridle equipment was custom made. She had bells attached to her nipple and pussy rings. Michelle kissed her pony on the forehead and climbed in to the driver’s seat. She picked up the reins and ordered C to pull. The lightweight balanced buggy started to move. Before she exited the yard, Michelle had set an easy canter for her mare. The buggy disappeared into the forest trail behind the house.

Michelle returned about an hour later just as S was leading Sue to the house. Sue isn’t very big. In fact, she is on the small side. She watched C pull the buggy to the shed.

Michelle dismounted. She took the reins in front and guided C as she backed the buggy into its parking place. With the buggy secured, Michelle unhitched C and led her to the shower. She looped C’s reins over the rail and freed her arms from the single sleeve. Then stripping off her skirt, she led C into the shower and pulled the chain.

Watching Michelle give C a cool down shower is one of the best moments in equestrian sports. Anyone who thinks that a cold shower and a bar of soap are not sex toys hasn’t seen what Michelle can do with them. Once she was sure that every orifice on C’s body was thoroughly inspected and cleaned, Michelle toweled both of them off. She took off C’s bridle and laid it out to dry. Throwing her skirt over her shoulder, she sauntered naked up to the porch. She dropped her bare butt into a lounge chair and told C, “beer”. C hurried to do her mistress’ bidding.

Sue had watched all of this with envy on her face. Her fashionably thin frame was no match for C’s stockier build. Of course, C hadn’t been much bigger than Sue when she first arrived to stay on the farm. Close to a year of working out on the farm, had built up her physique. Now not only does Michelle use her to pull her buggy, but she also has C working out at the local gym with her. C is in very good condition for a woman in her fifties.

Michelle asked if they could spend the night rather than the long drive back to town. After saying yes, I had S help C to make up a bed in the spare bedroom for them.

I had removed Sue’s bonds and clamps, and sent her to perform her toilet needs. She returned and I tethered her in her eating position till after dinner. Dinner was pleasant with Michelle seated at the table and C kneeling beside her chair. After dinner, C brought Sue in and sat her down at the table. With Sue present, I laid out the rest of her training schedule as S took notes. Sue’s training would follow a standard for beginning ponies. Mostly consisting of strength and stamina training. She would get some training in proper gait, but since her primary purposes would be on a farm, serious gait training could wait.

Fortunately the weather turned warm. We could dispense with Sue’s body suit. For the remainder of the week, Sue pulled the sled around the farm. S would guide her by the reins around the exercise yard. If she faltered, her bottom would feel the switch. Each night, she was whipped according to her progress that day.

The second week went easier. With Sue’s strength growing, she was harnessed to the log. She managed to drag the log about fifty yards. On Thursday, I hitched Sue to a buggy. Michelle hitched C behind the buggy in case Sue faltered. I gave a route to take that wouldn’t overtax Sue’s strength. I let Michelle try out Sue first because she is lighter than me. I didn’t want Sue to try and pull my weight first.

As usual S kept a log of the exercise program, time worked, and progress made. A copy of the log will be given to Sue’s owner when he picked her up.

Michelle returned with Sue still pulling the buggy and C still tethered to the back rail.

She expertly guided Sue into position at the shed and dismounted. She unhitched C from the rail and tethered her to a ring on a post. She returned to Sue. Gently guiding her, Michelle eased her backward until the buggy was parked in its designated place. She unhitched Sue and took C from where she was tethered. Leading both bound females, she headed for the shower.

Michelle looped C reins over a rail, and removed Sue’s single sleeve and bridle. She stripped off her skirt and lead Sue under the shower. Slowly, she washed off Sue. After making sure that every orifice, curve and crevice on Sue’s body had been thoroughly cleaned and inspected, she lead her from the shower. After cuffing her wrists behind her back, Michelle tethered her to the same rail that held C.

She unhitched C and removed her bridle and arm binder. Leading her under the shower, she soaped and washed C down. After a thorough cleaning, Michelle pushed C to her knees for a little fun. After giving C’s tongue a workout, Michelle lead her from the shower. She collected Sue and led them both to the porch. I noticed that she was walking slightly wobbly. She clipped Sue’s reins to the hitching rail and plopped her bare ass in a chair. S went out to take care of Sue while C went to get her mistress a cold glass of tea.

“She was a little slow”, Michelle reported. “I had to use the quirt on her going uphill”. “I gave her a breather in the woods” Michelle continued “while I had a little recreation with C”. C looked up at me smiled and licked her lips.

S watered and fed Sue and put her in the corral for some free time. We had two days to go before Bob returned for his wife. She had made some significant progress. Her build may never allow to her equal S’s ability, but I was fairly sure that she could pull a loaded wagon next deer season if Bob kept her to an exercise regiment.

We kept up Sue’s training for the next two days.

Bob arrived in the late morning. After the usual greetings, I lead Bob out back where Sue was hitched to a sulky waiting for him. She was nude except for sandals. Clamps on her nipples had bells attached to them. Her arms were bound behind her. The shafts of the sulky were attached to the heavy belt around her waist. A new bright red tail protruded from the plug firmly inserted into her rectum.

After a few quick lessons in handling the sulky, Bob unhitched Sue from the rail and climbed into the driver’s seat. Picking up the reins and quirt, he snapped the whip across her butt and ordered her forward. Sue took a strain on the shafts. Slowly the sulky started to move forward. Sue built up momentum and Bob set an easy pace for her to maintain.

I had advised him not to be gone for too long. Fifteen minutes later, they appeared at the woods edge. Sue didn’t appear to be struggling to keep moving despite the slight uphill grade. As they pulled up in the yard S went out to take care of Sue, Bob dismounted. He appeared to be satisfied with the results of the training session. S led Sue to the shed and positioned the sulky to be parked. Gently encouraging the mare, she expertly guided her backward until the sulky was parked in its usual place. Then she unhitched Sue and led her to the shower.

I had Bob observe the procedure so he could practice at home. Bob was impressed. Though I hadn’t charged Bob for the two week training session, he offered to pay for it anyway. I named an amount far below the usual fee. He cheerfully stroked a check.

Bob declined to stay the night. He was anxious to get home. Can’t say as I fault him for that. After Sue had showered and dressed, she loaded her stuff into their car. With good-byes and hugs from Sue, the car disappeared out the front gate.

With the farm now empty again, I hitched S to the sulky and went for a ride. With the afternoon sun, glinting off of the sweat on S’s back, I let her follow the trail. I sat in the sulky and simply admired her powerful legs moving in a steady rhythm, her ponytail bouncing with each pace, the jingling of the bells on her ankles and nipple clamps. S wears a thick belt when pulling that not only attaches to the shafts but goes between her legs. It keeps the anal plug firmly in place and keeps the smart balls in her vagina from working their way out. There is also a small nub on the crotch belt that rubs her clit as she moves. So with every step she takes, her vagina and clit get a workout The smartballs also bang against her anal plug causing it to vibrate. Most of the time sometime during a run she’ll experience an orgasm. She has learned that if she can keep moving the orgasm is more intense. This works out fine except for the time she almost ran into a tree.

All work and no play make S a very unhappy pony. So, half way through the woods, I stopped S. I had her kneel. Taking the bit from her mouth, I used her mouth for my pleasure. After that, we resumed our ride. It was a pleasant way to end a good day.

Tonight, maybe we’ll go to town for dinner.