I stumbled in at 3:00 am , the smell of vodka and smoke on my breath. My lipstick was smeared and my skirt on backwards. The kitchen light was on and there sits my stepmother at the table with the pot of coffee almost empty. After three steps on the stairs I was caught. “Jennika, your presents is required in the kitchen young lady.” I knew she was mad - I was Jenny unless I was in trouble.

My stepmother has taken care of me long after my father had passed away, and she was tough, fair and even loving. I now I had crossed my boundary… three weeks after graduation and I am still parting each night, and doing well, lots of naughty things. I had turned 19 last week and came into my trust fund and in one week I had spent $95,000 on clothes, shoes and parties. It was one amazing week! And I knew I was on train ride ready to crash. But what fun… I just didn’t want to stop and as that thought entered my mind my eyes grew wide. My stepmother had slammed a large paddle with holes on the table. I screamed “What the Fuck” and gasped. I was wild but I did not cuss in front of her, she had raised me better. I sat down, taking time to rearrange my skirt and said sorry.

My stepmother's name is Eva. She is a big German blonde my dad had married as a trophy wife, just as I was an accessory to his first life with my mother. Eva was strong, beautiful, but you should not cross her for she knew how to be angry in ways that would scare the biggest and burliest of men. I remember her making my principal cry once when I was caught skipping class. I was wrong… but she made him quiver and apologize to me. Once home I was grounded for a month and made to volunteer at a soup kitchen every weekend.

“Jennika, it makes me so sad to do this to you, but from this moment you will be retrained. Your life has become mine. There will be changes and it is time you submit to them. There will be no questions, there will be no disobeying my will. When we have broken you, your life will be returned to you. If you do not comply I will deny you your trust fund and you will be out on you own with all the debt you have accumulated. None of your credit card bills have been paid and I spoke to our financial advisor and you my dear are 230,000 dollars in debt.”

So I guess I really have been partying… I forgot about the new car and the horse I had bought as my graduation presents to me.

“And without a college degree I don’t know how you can pay for that kind of debt. So first. I want your clothes. Stand up and strip!”

I stand up and sass back, “You want me do what?” Eva picked up the paddle and slapped my ass hard knocking me over on the table. I cry out and yell another “Fuck”.

“You said what to me?… I said, no questioning me ever, strip and do it now!” The paddle came down three times more, bringing tears to my eyes. I strip to my underwear and she tugs on the thong. “All I said!” and she started spanking me over and over and over. I was overwhelmed and scared. She was beating my ass. She was making me submit to a punishment I had never endured. When she finished she went to the bathroom and brought out a cooling jell and rubbed me down.

“Sit Jennika. Here are my new rules. I have sold your horse. And as for you, you will live in its stall. You are the replacement horse and I will train you to be what is called a pony girl. I was one for your father and trained under a master in Germany. So many girls are in it for the sex, but you will be in it for the submission. Once you have truly submitted, your life will change. Unless you change, you will have no life. You will be penniless and another slutty debutante useless to this world. I will make you useful, I will give you new pleasures and you will adapt and come to love this life. I will have others use you, but only to train you, and you will be a willing pony. I will make sure you are the very best pony girl. We will train and compete and exhibit you just as I was years ago.”

Eva walked over to me and lifted her shirt. Above her nipples she had been branded. I never knew. On it read, property of Edmund Thomas. It was my father. She brought my hand to touch it. “Your father did this to me after he bought me at an auction. I was sold to him. Only after years of serving him, because he needed someone to take care of you did he marry me. I was very very lucky. I also have a brand on my ass from a farm I trained at. I was an active pony girl from the moment I turned 19.”

I just then realize there is only nine years difference in our ages. We could be sisters and now we will share a sisterhood of pain, servitude and fantasy. I have to say I never knew. She was such a proper lady, and I mean the uptight definition of lady. She volunteered, served on community boards and was a member of our church choir. For goodness sake, she even teaches Sunday School. This has been my mother for five years. I was floored, confused, and had a thousand questions crossing my slightly drunk mind.

She asked me to sit and brought me some water. I drank it - the alcohol had done a number on me. Eva left the room and came back with a small leather bag. From it she pulled out a high pink collar with rings on it. She put it around my neck. It kept my neck up high and straight. She stood me up and put my arms behind my back. Long pink leather gloves with intertwining laces were stretched up each arm. She laced them so they were bound back together. I was helpless. My long blonde hair was stretched high into a pony tail and tied tight. When she looked at me, she inspected my body.

“You need to be cleaned up, little pony… follow me…”

I still had my party stilettos on and walking without the use of my arms left me unsure of step and balance. I stumbled and followed willingly. We crossed the grounds and went to the stable. I guess while I was a way she had been making arrangement for this transformation. My stable stall had a large pallet to sleep on, it had a small water fountain that could be activated by pressing on a foot lever. I had a small portable potty with enema equipment laying out nearby. On a table there were all kinds of anal plugs of various sizes and colors. The biggest was a bright pink one that matched my gloves and the hair matched my own. Nipple rings, other sex toys, and horse gear were all laid out on display.

There was make-shift shower stall. I could see a pressure washer and gasped as Eva lead me there. “The gloves are part of you… when they dry they will shrink and bind you tight. When I need you to use your arms to exercise them I will cut the lace binding. We will on a regular basis remove the laces, but the gloves are now a part of you, as is the collar.”

The water comes out cold and shocks me wide awake. I almost vomit from the booze and hold it in. I don’t want to appear weak, I have a feeling it would not sit well with Eva and I did not want that paddle on my ass again tonight. She takes a long rough broom and starts to scrub me. It is scratching me and cleaning me. A sweet smelling soap is rubbed into my pussy and as she bends me over she fingers it into my ass.