FROM LISA'S DIARY: "Dearest Diary, I have been in training now at J-Ranch for almost two months. I have endured many tests of my willpower but on this day I found it quite difficult to be a pony mare. Last Saturday I was with my Overseer John in the stable lounge (he was about to take me to the tack room and prepare me for what is termed a leisure-sulky-pull) when Joanne popped in an announced that there has been an accident.

I John's personal slave mare (and sister-in-law) Judy had been on field duty - it was spring clean-up time before planting - and she had been pulling a heavy farm cart all morning under the most heartless supervision of one of the meanest grooms. Can you imagine - her own relative would send her out on such strenuous duty, and at her age?

So we ran out and hopped into Joanne's sulky with her, pulled by her very strong mare, Bea. With a flick of the riding crop we were off up the gravel road to one of the distant pastures. Joanne stood in the well of sulky and whipped Bea hard, as we were in quite a hurry. Between you and me, Diary (and I don't mean to be disrespectful) I figure they were more concerned with how much damage was done to poor Judy's value as a pony mare than with her well being or state of mind. If they were so concerned, they shouldn't have a fancy racing mare doing heavy farm duty. But it's none of my business.

Judy was lying in a muddy ditch still harnessed to the over turned wagon, branches and such strewn everywhere. Dr. Mark pulled up in his sulky (pulled by Carol) at the same time we did, and everyone ran to Judy's side. Thank god we have a doctor as one of the Pony Masters here at J-Ranch.

Judy was in agony. But this proud woman didn't cry - she would never give them the satisfaction. John, Dr. Mark and Joanne ignored her suffering and only concentrated on the state of her left leg - which the doctor pronounced was not broken but very badly strained at the ankle and the knee. I was afraid for Judy and what punishment might be in store for this incident. Diary, there are NO accidents around here.

So without even undoing her harness, the good Doctor put a brace on her knee and wrapped her ankle in one of those elastic bandages (this was obviously not his first time at coming to such a horrific scene in the fields and he was well prepared).

As brave as Judy was, she swooned as the brace went on. Mark waved smelling salts under her nose and with a few slaps of her face, she sputtered back to life. Even Judy couldn't hold back the tears.

It was an awful scene. She was soaking wet, covered in mud and stunned. John asked Mark, "Think she could get this wagon back to the barn OK?" Diary, can you imagine? With a badly sprained leg and so many other options (like Bea, for instance, or even the younger Carol) to bring it back? I have the deepest respect for John. I was very disappointed.

"She probably can - that brace can take it and I wouldn't expect any permanent damage to her leg." Dr. Mark replied. So John went over to Judy, took a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet. I would have happily pulled the wagon myself. But there was no chance of that, and there would be dire consequences if I even opened my mouth. He gave me a look like he knew what I was thinking but let me get myself in trouble if I wanted it!

Diary, I was so stressed by the sight of my stable-mate standing there in that condition, I took a huge chance. I dropped to my knees before John and asked Him very respectfully if I could help in some way. Instead of the beating I expected right there and then, he pulled me up by my nose, embraced me and kissed me on the forehead.

"You are really quite a silly bitch" he said softly, "but I will not punish you for your insolence. You know that Judy must do her duty, but what I will do is let you drive her back to the barn instead of the groom. You are the lightest load, and you may use the whip or not. That should satisfy you, I hope! Just be sure she does her duty!"

Diary, her Master was truly merciful after all, though I was now on the spot to do my very best at this onerous task. I had never driven a mare before, and as they got Judy back onto her high heels and adjusted her harness, I just hoped she could do her job without any need of 'encouragement' from me.

When Judy and the rig were straightened out and facing in the right direction and I had been installed in the driver's seat, John also gave Judy a kiss on the forehead and lingeringly on her lips. He put his fingers under her belly and rubbed her sex for a few seconds, then gave her a good smack on the bottom. She struggled and battled hard until the cart began to move. We were off, and I had to watch this poor lady work so very hard with that splint on her leg, her big muddy rear-end right in front of me.

Diary, just a short digression please. Even with all that was happening, I had a couple silly thoughts that bothered me. First, did rubbing her sex really helps her cope as it was supposed to? I am so lucky, that during the week I can go home and be with my husband and enjoy all the sex he wishes to have with me. I guess that even at my age it still makes me feel loved. But Judy had no one at home, and maybe she did get something from the very few occasions that Her Master and the grooms would fondle her somewhere other than her poor mouth and anus.

Anyway, Judy soldiered on, as I knew she would - slowly and obviously in great pain. John rode behind me in Joanne's sulky and Dr. Mark followed as well. We were about a half-mile from home when Judy began to falter. Hoping they wouldn't hear me, I entreated her to keep going (thank goodness I was out of earshot). But after a heroic effort for 50 yards or so, she was just about to stop all together.

I feared that if the momentum of the very heavy cart stopped completely, she might never recover and God knows what she'd suffer for that! So, may she and God forgive me, I took the horse whip in my hand for the very first time and after missing her altogether with the first couple of tries, I whipped her with it over the back and shoulders. Diary, the crack of the whip broke the silence in the most awful way. I almost threw up!

I was even more nauseated to see that she reacted and moved just a bit better for it! It was the most awful feeling I had ever had, whipping a fellow woman. Yet for the first time I got a glimpse of what these men must feel - to have that power. I hope, Dearest Diary, that I didn't lose my head - I was, after all lightheaded by then. I used the whip maybe a dozen times until we were at the door to the barn and stables. I planned to do everything in my power to apologize to Judy and try to explain the moment.

But I learned what was probably the most frightening lesson of all since my first visit to J-Ranch. Women CAN be treated as animals if they are properly trained. They will respond to the whip without the slightest human concern of who it is holding the whip. They just respond, like, I'm afraid to say their non-human counterparts.

John came over and took me down off the cart. He embraced me and whispered in my ear how proud he was of me. This time, He kissed me for real on the lips, not the forehead. I felt much better.

Joanne and the head groom took Judy and the cart into the stables as John walked me over to the main house. I heard the awful sound of a terrible whipping going on back there - it had to be on Judy. I tried not to think about it. It was very difficult. Luv, me"

"Diary, John let me sit on his lap in the lounge as I tried to calm down. He was very nice and understanding about my state of mind. I was glad I was out of earshot of the whipping, though you will almost never hear Judy scream. John began, sensitive as usual to my concerns: 'Lisa sweetheart, do you understand why Judy is being disciplined in the stables?'

'Oh Master, I'm trying . . . I feel so guilty myself . . .' I babbled on like a schoolgirl!

'She is not being punished" he continued, 'in fact it's quite the opposite. She's was very good, heroic actually, getting the cart back - with your help I may add."

'I think I understand sir, and I hope she does.' I began to sob, uncontrollably.

He continued, 'Tomorrow, her son will be here as usual and get on with the job of grooming her. He'll be surprised that she won't be racing for a while, but maybe I can juggle the Dressage schedule - she might be interesting in a leg cast in Dressage.

Lisa, are you are not still upset about using the whip on Judy? It was the right thing to do, and I think you know it.'

Diary, I was at a very fragile moment in my life. I could no longer contain expressing myself to my Overseer. 'Oh Sir, I'm feeling very woozy. If may confide in you - I could feel your wonderful sister-in-law pull harder than I think even she knew she could when she felt the whip. I'm such a silly goose that I'm wondering if the same works for me, and maybe it's just prideful to think I can do it all without help . . ."

'Oh sweet, sweet Lisa,' John continued in so sweet a tone. 'I think you did learn a tough lesson today. We try to help you ladies do your duty and sometimes it's hard for mares to understand that, especially the ones who try very hard to be good. You dear ladies must be constantly shown that your obedience is not an act of free will. That is why dear Judy needed to be disciplined.'

But I had little time right then to ruminate about it as I felt The Masters erection harden under me .I figured since way back there in the ditch he had had no opportunity to relieve himself.

"Diary, I certainly did feel how hard he was, right through my pants and my well padded backside. I think I was going to have to do something about it. I felt as though I had an erection to deal with that was in reality dedicated to poor Judy's ordeal, and that I had to work extra hard to honor that - to honor her suffering that brought such a hard erection on."

[Reader: Lisa slid off my lap and sank onto her knees before me. She looked so serious and concerned. I opened my pants and my stiff cock sprung out at almost full rut. She opened her sweet lips and took the head into her mouth.]

"Diary, I had my hands clasped tight behind my back, and lowered my face onto his length just short of swallowing it. His shaft jerked in my mouth, startling me and I stupidly pulled back enough that it popped right out of my puss! It bobbed in front of my face, and I just prayed it would calm down long enough for me to do my duty properly - for Judy's sake.

As much as wished I could service him in my sex, it would be impudent and self-serving and VERY punishable to even try it. So when I managed to get him back in my mouth and I felt the very tip of him poke hard against my tonsils, I pushed him into my gullet lickety split. Thankfully he was so very hard his entire length slid into me. I wanted to gag but I couldn't even do that I was so very impaled!

But what was I to do now? His wondrous member certainly had a mind of it's own, and it would have been vain to think what I did was so important. But doing the wrong thing was still punishable and I had to let this rock hard shaft of flesh determine it's own fate - and hoped for the best not to offend him. So I just left it inside me, my heart beating out of my chest. Well, his erection throbbed inside my very neck, seemingly growing even longer and thicker. I knew it would start pumping all on it's own pretty soon if I could just hold my breath long enough. Who was I to decide when my Overseer would ejaculate? And in what felt like just a few seconds, he began to pump his essence deep inside me with such violent convulsions that it pushed me right off him and I landed on my bum.

He took me back onto his lap and hugged me - a hug that was genuine and loving, no matter what anyone like Judy might say. It occurred to me how much younger he was than me, and that this was like giving grandma a hug - and I took comfort from it. He whispered in my ear, 'Sweetheart, you did very well and I hope you know how deeply fond of you I am.'

Well, I started to ball like a baby! I loved Him too, and I felt very secure right then. I had done well, and as sexually offensive you might think my actions were for a woman of my age, I see it that doing my job to the best of my ability is my mission in life. What an honor it is to serve - to be harnessed to a sulky and pull one's Master, Overseer, or Groom where they need to go. That it excites them sexually is, I suppose, to be expected.

John graciously licked up my tears from all over my face and nose, and gently - and I do mean gently - he took me by the earlobe to the far wall of the Master's Lounge - the wall the girls called the 'Whipping Wall' or 'Wall of Agony'. I think he was setting my mind right about poor Judy getting hers.

The WALL had every manner of whip, flogger, strap and paddle on it. Each of us pony mares had our names engraved on the handles of our own set (we were required to buy them ourselves - which angered Judy but I figure since they are used on us we should pay). The flogger, especially, which is made out of strips of heavy cotton canvas wears out over time depending on how much it is used on one of us. They are expensive to replace, so earning too much time with your flogger can get costly, and it's my husband John who I have to get the money from! "

Diary, Mr. Agony was extremely vigorous with my flogging, which further convinced me that this was in my interest. I can't say that I thought it was coming to me, so I could only assume it was what I needed. After all, it can't be a picnic for Him to exert so much energy with the flogger after what he had been through and the lateness of the hour. My obedience was being rewarded with a demonstration of my lack of free will, a lesson a girl needs to be taught quite often lest her head swells.

I woke in my stall with the sun and the livestock, feeling the remnants of the pain and thankful for the salve that had been worked into my back. I sneaked a peek through the boards into Judy's stall, and she looked dead to the world. We both needed to be up and ready for what the day at J-Ranch might bring.

Dressage training was on the schedule, which meant John would be spending some time more with me, not just those dreadful grooms. I would have to be on my toes if I were to keep my place in that event. Luv, Me"