Jayne returned to Hardinge Hall with her aunt, but she was restless, and missed the disciplined purpose to the life she had undergone during her Training. [editor’s note – see earlier novel The Training of Jayne by the same author]. Her Aunt hesitatingly told her of an offer she had received. Don Estanio would like to have Jayne to train as a pony-girl, for six months, and run her in the year-end gala race that would occur just as her six month contract as a pony-girl came to an end. He would pay Lady J. a very substantial fee for Jayne. Jayne had been intrigued by what she had seen at the pony-stud, and admitted she had since then occasionally thought what it might be like to become a pony-girl for a time, provided safeguards could be put in place for her ultimate safety and welfare.

She told her aunt that far from rejecting Don Estanio's offer out of hand, she might well consider it. Jayne also knew that her aunt had been badly hit by Lloyds losses, and had lost much of her wealth - so the fresh funds would be most welcome. But Lady J. was uncertain, fearful of what Jayne might have to undergo in her training, and reminded her that once signed-on with Don Estanio she, Lady J., would be able to offer only the most limited protection. She asked Jayne to consider most carefully. Jayne agreed to give the matter careful thought before agreeing.

When Jayne went to her room that night, she found a letter from her aunt. Lady J. had written the letter, she said, because she wanted to be sure that Jayne had understood fully the implications of what was proposed. She reminded Jayne that what she was contemplating was nothing less than putting herself in old-fashioned (albeit highly paid) bondage with Don Estanio. She reminded her, too, of what the Don's offer entailed. If Jayne entered the Estancia she, Lady J., would be virtually powerless to prevent more or less anything Don Estanio might demand. There might be punishments which the Don could decree at his whim, and although Jayne had learned under Pelham's firm tuition to accept the rod and even the whip, there was no guarantee that Don Estanio would be as moderate in the strictness of what he demanded as had been Lady J. during Jayne's training. Since Jayne would be in effect owned by Don Estanio, she would not be able to decide for herself either the level of her sexual activity, nor to whom she would have to be available. Nor even the manner in which she would be made available.

At the very least, Lady J went on, if Jayne did become a pony-girl she would in addition to the very rigorous training be required to allow Don Estanio and his blacksmith to pierce her nipples and fit them with the oversize harness rings Jayne had already seen. Nor did it seem likely that she would be able to avoid the requirement that she be branded. She begged Jayne to consider most carefully.

Next morning over breakfast, Jayne gave Lady J her answer. Her aunt was to decline Don Estanio's offer.

Lady J was relieved until Jayne continued: instead there was to be a counter-offer. Jayne would come to the Estancia as Don Estanio's filly not for six months, but for a year, and for double the already substantial fee.

Lady J put to Don Estanio Jayne's revised proposal and he in turn gave his answer.

Later, the pair seated together in the warm and pleasant walled garden of the house, sipping sherry, she recounted to Jayne the Spaniard's reaction. The Don had agreed. The warm and pleasant surroundings made a marked contrast to the hard reality of the business being discussed, giving the occasion a surreal air which made the butterflies in Jayne's tummy flutter wildly in a whirl of mixed fear and excitement.

The Don, advised Lady J, insisted that for those terms Jayne was to have no special privileges: she would be treated as any other filly, and would be regarded not as the property of Lady J but of Don Estanio himself. Under these conditions, any doubt about Jayne having to submit to having her nipples pierced to wear the heavy harness rings could be dispensed with: it would go without saying, as would the fact that she would at least for a time be sexually available to anyone to whom Don Estanio chose to grant permission to use her, including even the grooms. Not only might she find herself being given to, and having to please, even a casual guest, she would certainly be subjected to the traditional 'gang bang', accommodating all twelve grooms one after the other, on the day she was Taken To The Blacksmith.

And Jayne must also agree to suffer the ordeal of being branded with a hot iron to carry Don Estanio's own mark.

Pale of face, Jayne agreed.

7. A FILLY INSPECTED

A week later, Jayne and Lady J returned to the Estancia where Lady J with mixed and churning emotions watched as Jayne was checked-out.

The three were seated in Don Estanio's large, richly-panelled study, the Spaniard behind a broad, polished desk, Lady J on a comfortable settee against one wall, Jayne on a far from comfortable upright chair in the middle of the room, facing the front of the Don's imposing desk. On the top of desk, already prepared, were the two copies of the contract which would bind Jayne to Don Estanio as an Indenture for one year. Jayne had already signed. It was now the turn of Don Estanio to agree. Finally, Lady J would sign and with that signature the contract would be sealed.

'Well my dear,' said Lady J after the brief and formal business greetings had been exchanged, 'we all know why we are here.

'I imagine Don Estanio, before he signs, will wish to see what it is he is about to acquire.’

Jayne and her aunt had discussed how Jayne would provide Don Estanio with an appropriate indication of her capabilities without permitting too much before the contract was safely signed. Without demur, the young woman rose, stepped behind her chair, and reached up to unpin her broad-brimmed hat. She took it off and shook the mane of her richly coppered hair, the long red tresses swinging to her shoulders. Don Estanio watched, unspeaking.

Jayne had worn a simple, plain-cut business suit. She unbuttoned the jacket, hung it over the back of the chair.

The blouse quickly followed. Without a glance at Don Estanio, she reached behind her and unzipped the slim, straight skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She picked it up, placed it on the seat of the chair. Beneath the suit Jayne had deliberately chosen to keep her underwear simple, and easily disposed of. Now she stood for a moment beside the chair, clad in pale cream silk bra, matching wide-legged French knickers, self-supporting black-topped stockings and black high heels.

Jayne reached behind her back, unselfconsciously unclipped her bra, leaned fully forward, let it fall from her full, down-hanging breasts and slip down her arms. Without coquetry, she stood upright again and draped the discarded garment over the back of the chair. Don Estanio took in the firm white globes, well-shaped and pleasantly large and high on the young woman's torso, and the wide pink haloes with the thick, well-formed nipples, stud-like and partially erect, semi-soft. Despite himself, his pulse quickened and he felt the first stirrings of his own erection grow.

Jayne's thumbs hooked into the waistband of the French knickers and with a swift movement pushed them down over the curve of her hips. Don Estanio inwardly caught his breath at his first sight of the bright red thatch at the base of the pale white belly as Jayne, looking straight ahead, pushed the gathered knickers down her thighs and shimmed them down the stockinged legs. Quickly lifting each foot in turn, bending sideways first one way then the other so that again her now bare breasts moved and quivered, she stepped out of the silken garment, and dropped it on the chair. Jayne turned sideways, lifted the chair and, still wearing her black high-heels and the thigh-length stockings, carried it to one side.

Quite intentionally, Jayne had stripped quickly, eschewing any suggestion of tease, or of false modesty. The message was clear, precisely what Lady J knew would excite the Don's interest. Here was a fit, fine-bodied young woman with no illusions about what was proposed.

Jayne and her aunt had discussed what would be required, how Jayne should display herself before Don Estanio, what technique she might use to show herself off to best advantage. Now she posed for her inspectors not as a glamour model but more in the manner of a contestant in a health and fitness contest: hands by her sides, squarely facing the desk, she went through the warm-up routine so familiar to her from her exercise sessions in the stable yard.

She swung her arms high, then down. The action caused her firm breasts to move, rising and falling on the taut torso in response to the movements of her arms. She bent forwards, arms hanging loosely down, breasts free and cone-like.

Hands on hips she arched back, the taut muscles cording on the flat belly, the pubic mound thrust forward, the split of the sex stretched thin, rendered clearly visible by the way the flame-coloured bush had been trimmed to stop just above the sex-join, the lips themselves kept smooth and hair-free. She bent to each side, breasts shifting heavily first one way, then the other..

Placing her hands on her hips, she rotated her torso to left and right. She turned, standing with her back to the desk, and repeated the movements.

Jayne turned again to face the desk. Keeping her hands on her hips she performed a series of rising-then squatting movements to demonstrate her fluidity and muscular conformity. Finally she paused for a long moment at full squat, her back straight, her head held high, her shoulders squared, nub-nippled breasts thrust forward. Removing her hands from her hips she placed a palm on the inside of each thigh, just above the knee. Quite deliberately she pulled her knees open and apart until she squatted, her knees and thighs widely parted, almost flat. She held the pose, inviting inspection. Don Estanio gazed frankly at the spot to where, quite deliberately, his eye was being drawn.

Beneath the taut torso and its profuse red thatch, the Spanish nobleman could plainly see the depilated lips of the widely stretched sex pulled flat and open, the edges of the delicate petals of the fine inner labia within slightly hanging, parted, the little pole of the clitoris above them already partly stiffened. He saw too the bright glistening sheen of Jayne's lubricity clinging, shining, to the inner edges of her opened sex-mouth. Clearly here was a young woman of healthy appetite.

After a long enough pause to demonstrate she knew exactly what she was letting her viewer see, Jayne rose and continued her display. She flexed her arms, leg and thigh muscles. Cupping her breasts she lifted them high, then let them fall to demonstrate their firmness and resilience: likewise she pushed them together and released, pushed them downwards and released. Eyes passive but inwardly highly impressed, Don Estanio watched the beautiful orbs spring resiliently back to perfect shape each time their lovely owner mishandled them. He noted too the obviously intentional rough handling the young woman inflicted on her globes, the careless way she pushed and pulled them out of shape, the uncaring, devil-may-care way in which she lifted them high before letting them fall free, to quiver and ripple. He noted too how, in this firm manipulation, Jayne's nipples had quickly stiffened to full erection, hard stubs of gristle at the tips of the smooth orbs.

Turning her back again Jayne raised and lowered her arms to ripple her back muscles, put her hands behind her neck and clenched and relaxed the muscles under her buttocks to make the shapely hams quiver and dance.. She planted her feet apart, bent forwards and reached behind her to grasp and pull apart her buttocks, showing both the crinkled bud of the hair-fringed anus but, perhaps more importantly, her lack of inhibition in putting herself on display.

Finally she turned to 'Reveal' - that was, posed with feet well apart then pulled up and open the lips of her sex to put her clitoris fully on show, then with the forefinger of her right hand pulled back the folded prepuce of the clit to reveal the three chevron-shape scars of the brand she bore.

'Perhaps you would care to complete the inspection with a more intimate examination.' The voice was that of Lady J.

Don Estanio rose and went to where Jayne stood, feet still planted apart, her hands now once again clasped behind her neck.

Jayne stood absolutely still as the grandee's hands swept lightly but expertly down her flanks and torso, testing the firmness of the flesh, then across the taut, feminine belly and lightly through the heavy bush at its base. The Spaniard squeezed the front of one thigh, then moved behind to place the palms of both hands high on Jayne's shoulders before running each, flatly, down the flawless plane of the superb back. He hefted and moved the swelling buttocks, then returned to the front.

Wordlessly, Don Estanio cupped each of Jayne's breasts in his hands, at once stroking and squeezing, and noted how the thick nipples, returned to semi-dormancy, sprang again to full life and inviting erection. He rolled a sinewy nipple between finger and thumb. It hardened with gratifying eagerness. Locking Jayne's gaze in his own the Spaniard - still without speaking - began to squeeze on the captured flesh. The slight smile that now suffused the Training Master's face was matched by a grim setting of the jaw on the face of his subject: cruelly, finger and thumb tightened their grip, twisting the nipple, drawing the captive breast forward by means of the redly inflamed teat until Jayne could no longer avoid a low groan. Don Estanio nodded, and immediately released the punished flesh. Jayne's nipple, heavily swollen, glowed hectically in contrast to the pale white skin of her breast.

Still without a word, Don Estanio dropped to one knee in front of Jayne, so that his face was on a level with the tumbled red thatch of profuse growth at the junction of the alabaster thighs. It might have been a position of homage, save that he turned his face toward Lady J, raised one eyebrow in query.

Lady J nodded in comprehension at the grandee, giving permission for what was to come; said to her niece 'flex your knees a little, my dear.’

Jayne complied, unable to prevent a blush growing hotly on her cheeks as she felt the Spaniard's finger slide along the length of her cleft, then the thumbs ease open the thick lips of her quim. Felt a stiff finger press then probe within.

Don Estanio eased one finger up inside Jayne's cuntal channel, noting with satisfaction the moist lubricity of the entrance. The finger slipped in easily. With satisfaction, the Spaniard noted how the young woman flexed her knees a little more as she felt the pressure of the finger try to push in, relaxing herself to facilitate the probing entry.

Even so Jayne was tight, and very hot. The questing finger pushed in as far as the knuckle, then probed for a response.

It came instantly; Jayne's cunt clamped itself even tighter on its intruder. Don Estanio pushed deeper, until the rigid forefinger was embedded for its full length. He could feel the firm muscles within the hot tube grip tightly, crushing.

Keeping his finger deeply embedded, he teased the tip of his thumb across the stiff clitoris. Jayne could not prevent her hips bucking perceptibly in response, her quick gasp of in-drawn breath sounding in the erotic stillness which had suddenly fallen upon the room. Determined to demonstrate at least some level of will-power, Jayne deliberately straightened her still bent knees once more, lifting herself off the probing digit, to take a half-step back. If Don Estanio wanted to exercise the full range of his rights over her, he would first need to sign the contract and commit himself to the fee payable to Lady J.

The heavy scent of Jayne's musk wafted from deep within the thickly-haired nest. Don Estanio kept his finger extended, ostentatiously raised it to his nostril, sniffed, then inhaled deeply. Jayne's smell was heavy, sweet and clean.

He felt his cock thicken. Holding the young woman's gaze in his own, he raised his finger, still extended and obviously wet with Jayne's juices, before her face then slowly touched its tip to her lips. Obediently, Jayne opened her mouth and the glistening digit slid between. Don Estanio felt the firm tongue glide along the underside of the finger, then curl above, lapping, cleaning. He withdrew the finger, his eyes still holding those of the young woman who blushed pinkly but yet gazed back steadily, unblinking. Jayne's bee-stung lips, themselves now wetted with her own secretions, closed. Her tongue flicked across them, licking, then disappeared. She swallowed.

Don Estanio's cock twitched heavily. He would have this young woman, mould her, break her to his will - but most importantly, he would slide within that tight channel himself, pump into her, then have her suck the heavy truncheon of his own cock pinkly clean.

The head groom, Gregor, was called and quickly invited to inspect Jayne, although not intimately. Then the young woman was required to kneel while a soft leather bridle helmet, complete with bit, was fitted over her head. Like all the grooms, Gregor was dwarfed. He was also very ugly and walked with a deformed leg. Jayne could not help a shudder of revulsion as Gregor handled her naked charms.

All four - Jayne still naked and now being led by Gregor by a leading rein attached to the bridle - left the big house and walked across the empty yard to the stable block, and entered the large and well-equipped gymnasium.

Two pony-girls were already there, one being worked hard on the Nautilus weight press by her groom, the other in one of the adjoining but semi-open shower stalls, being soaped and washed-off. With some relief Jayne saw the care both grooms were taking of their charges: at least there appeared to be no gratuitous cruelty.

Gregor led Jayne to a Versiclimber, and bade her stand while electrodes were put on various parts of her body.

Climbing on to the ladder-like fitness machine Jayne quickly performed a series of brief fitness tests, in which her high score gratified her aunt and clearly impressed both Don Estanio and Gregor.

Leading Jayne to another corner of the gym, Gregor produced a whippy riding switch and bade Jayne pose with feet together, hands behind neck, head raised.

'You are to stand completely still' warned Don Estanio. 'Move a muscle, and the interview is at an end.' It was not hard to work out what would follow. In preparing for the day Jayne and her aunt had expected nothing less.

Stepping to one side, the impassive Gregor administered three sharp strokes of the whip across Jayne's clenched buttocks, then three across the front of her thighs. Jayne did not flinch.

Next Gregor put Jayne into a simple training harness. In the indoor ring Jayne was required to pull a practice chariot, to assess her balance and potential. She was fast, and well-poised.

Un-hitched, Jayne was surprised next to be somewhat brusquely, not to say crudely, told to lay herself on a rough bench and part her legs. Guessing what was coming next she did so without enthusiasm. Laying herself along the bench and, keeping her feet flat on the floor for balance, allowing her knees to fall open to give access to her sexual orifice, Jayne waited passively. Her pale thighs lay wide apart, fully displaying the heavily-haired sex with its thickly rolled lips. She tensed her buttocks and raised her heels from the floor, opening her still virginal-looking portal to reveal the more delicate pink petals within. Steadying herself on the narrow bench with her hands grasping the bench legs behind and beneath her she waited.

Moving between her knees, Gregor unbuckled the leather belt around his waist, unbuttoned his fly and pushed down the top of his heavily moleskin britches, unlatching his prodigious member which was already swelling thickly, semi-erect. Lady J watched with as much detachment as she could manage, determined to betray no dismay in front of Don Estanio. Both she and Jayne had known, had discussed the fact, that Jayne would have to submit to sexual use entirely at the Don's whim and disposal.

Gregor might well have been said to be diminutive, but there was nothing stunted about the size of his rising tool which, perhaps because of its normal size sprouting from the loins of one so short, seemed to the watching Lady J even oversize. Standing between the young woman's whitely spread thighs he looked down into the rich red tumble of thick hair, savouring the spreading, open sex before and - for Jayne could do nothing to prevent them - catching the faint smell of the young woman's sex odour.

Unconcerned with the presence of Lady J., the groom smilingly stroked his thickening tool into stiff erection, then leant forward, placing one hand on Jayne's thigh, pushing her further open, while with the other he guided the purple dome of the now solid cock straight to the hot centre of the parted cuntal opening. Using his hand clasped around the thick shaft, he nudged the head of the cock in between the heavy, softly yielding lips and, without preamble, thrust in. He drove the cock in to its full length in one long, steady thrust, paused, then withdrew again until only the head of the tool was held by the lewdly sucking lips. Jayne closed her eyes, and emitted a soft moan at the brusque plugging of her channel - but of pleasure or discomfort it was impossible to tell.

'What is she like?' Don Estanio asked the groom, still poised over the lolling Jayne, ready to thrust again.

'She is tight - she cannot long have lost her virginity - but she is dry, and unresponsive. It's like fucking a hay bale' the groom dismissively replied.

At a nod from Don Estanio Gregor, with surprising grace, heaved himself upright, abruptly pulling out from the opened, supine young woman. Lady J watched the heavy cock, still stiffly erect and now shining with Jayne's inner juices, twitch as he stood back. She glanced at Jayne. The young woman had kept her thighs opened, and within them the pink sex, so rudely vacated, was still agape, the sex-mouth forming a lewd O, the inner channel, glistening wet and slightly reddened from the groom's massive cock, stretched and open.

Without warning Don Estanio flicked his riding crop, hard, against the underside of Jayne's nearest breast, quickly treating its twin as the startled young woman's back arched.

'This is not a holiday camp - and you do not have the privilege of choosing which of your duties or tasks you will show aptitude for, which you will merely accept' he told her brusquely. 'Nor of showing your feelings or of passing comment, even by way of your response, upon any aspect of your training or treatment. Pull your legs up and grasp yourself behind the knees - then pull your legs up to your chest. Part your knees and thighs and hold your hips up high to present your vent.’

Stunned by the sudden harshness of Don Estanio's tone as much as his words, Jayne instantly obeyed, curving her back to push the opened centre of her body up off the table, the heavy-lipped sex pushed upwards for display, pinkly revealed in the midst of its forest of thick red hair. Don Estanio ran the crop in his right hand across the palm of his left, then laid it menacingly across the plump fig of Jayne's lovenest.

'I'm going to give you three strokes across the cunt' he said bluntly. Jayne bit her lip, but held her submissive pose as Don Estanio continued '...three strokes across the cunt: one for failure, one for dumb insolence, and one to encourage you to try harder. You will keep your hips high and your thighs parted, your cunt fully presented, until I have finished. Then I shall instruct Gregor to re-mount, and you will give him the fuck of his life - or be off this property in fifteen minutes.

'Now, present your cunt for punishment...’

Despite her dismay, Lady J kept silent as she watched the crop smack sharply across the full, fat lips of Jayne's lewdly exposed vulva three times. At each stroke, Jayne could not prevent her wide-parted thighs from jerking in involuntary response - but though her in-sucking breath hissed sharply between clenched teeth at each stroke the aristocrat's niece would not cry out. As the crop withdrew after each stinging slap, the young woman forced her thighs back to their wide apart position, presenting the soft fat lips of her pained cunt for further punishment. Even though she had been told she would receive three, Jayne opened her thighs again when the promised quota have been delivered, deliberately demonstrating to Don Estanio her obedience and willingness to comply with his rules and strict regime. Across the fat, pale lips of the partly opened vulva, three dark red weals quickly formed, while the lips themselves began visibly to swell even more. It had clearly been a sharp and sore lesson.

Don Estanio was impressed. He had expected Jayne at least to yelp, the aunt perhaps to remonstrate. Jayne's submissive compliance was most gratifying. He turned to Gregor with a brusque gesture.

'Grease up'.

To Lady J.'s further dismay Gregor turned from the supine Jayne to produce a rather grubby tin from a nearby windowsill, removed the lid and nonchalantly daubed a large gob of what looked very like ordinary axle grease on the head of his still rampant member. Lovingly he smoothed it along the shaft to leave the erect pole glistening and iridescent. He moved back to Jayne and without preamble took up position between the still wide-spread, high-held thighs, the head of the rigid and now greased prick nudging into Jayne's partly open but still dry sex lips, swollen and sore now from the crop. Without preamble he thrust brusquely in, sliding his full length into the waiting Jayne in one long, steady stroke. Jayne winced as the heavy prick slipped through the bruised entrance and buried itself in her tight channel.

Wrapping her legs up over Gregor's thighs, Jayne enthusiastically began to fuck the embedded groom, her buttocks tightening and her belly sucked in to thrust her hips up to meet the driving rod, while her aunt, her emotions again in turmoil, watched, wanting but unable to look away.

As Gregor dismounted, another of the grooms entered. Don Estanio ordered him to stay, and unhitch his britches. He had a large but flaccid tool. Jayne was told to get up - as she did so, Lady J saw a mixture of now melted axle grease and bodily fluid including Gregor's come stain the hairs around the entrance to the young woman's sex.

The aristocrat shuddered inwardly. If Don Estanio was trying to get across a message that her niece would be done no favours if she entered the stables for training, he was certainly succeeding. As Jayne stood and moved, tendrils of the dirty, greasy mixture dribbled down the inside of her thighs.

'Well, we have at least seen what you can do with your cunt - once you're given a lesson' said Don Estanio, intentionally crude, as if trying to shock his new recruit into rebellion. 'Let's see if you know what to do with your mouth' He paused, then gestured contemptuously with his crop, as if speaking to one of his bitches.

'Down.’

Jayne knelt before the newcomer, took the flaccid but thickening member in her mouth and set to work. Head bobbing she gave accomplished fellatio, kneeling with her hands clasped behind her back and her mouth and tongue working vigourously as if to demonstrate that, now she understood the rules, she could be as blatantly wanton and lewd as the Don might require. As the stable hand obviously reached orgasm she buried her face flat against his pubic hair, clamped her lips shut in a tight seal round the base of the tool which clearly must by now have been part way down her throat, and swallowed greedily. As she released the gasping man and leaned back on her heels, hands still crossed behind her back and her spine arched to thrust out her breasts, the nipples stiffened points, his tool withdrew. A pale silver droplet of sperm fluid hung from the end of the Cyclops eye: Jayne reached with one hand and held his hip steady and leant forward again. Very deliberately and delicately she extended her tongue, gathering the droplet. With exaggerated relish, she curled her tongue back into her mouth, taking on its tip the final glob of spunk, and elaborately swallowed. With her glistening tongue she lavishly wet her lips with saliva and then, the epitome of gentle loving care, cleaned the slowly drooping cock before releasing the now trembling stable lad.

The groom took a step backward. Jayne let him go, leaning back again on her heels, back straight, body upright, breasts outthrust. She put her hands behind her back once more, then turned to look quietly at Don Estanio, her bee-stung lips still glistening with the evidence of her expertise, a single strand of red hair falling across her forehead.

'I'll take her' said the Spaniard, and turned on his heel to stride toward the door.