Named and Shamed (6 page)

When she passed the confines of the stable door the freezing air stunned her and she felt her nipples shrivel into hard little points whilst the rest of her body shrank away, trying to escape the wind's reach. Thankfully it took only two minutes before they were led into another barn, and by that time Jenny was well and truly wide awake. Did these people not realise that she never made an appearance before eleven a.m.? Then she thought about her unmade face, shaven pussy and butchered hair. Oh God, it would be horrible if anyone saw her like this. They'd probably all have to be paid off to keep quiet.

'Into the stocks, ponies, it's breakfast time.' The loud voice had not lost any of its impressive volume. Jenny looked around wildly at the mention of the word 'stocks'; she'd had quite enough of those yesterday, thank you very much. It didn't take her long to find them. There was row upon row of the things lined around the entire circumference of the barn and they were made out of shiny steel. There was space for about fifty heads in total and there was a horizontal steel pole in front of each, for which she would have to bend at the waist for her head to be fastened in them correctly.

A clatter of metal hooves sounded. As the other ponies moved forward to do as they were bid, Jenny faltered in line and promptly fell over on the concrete floor. All the other ponies sidestepped her as if she wasn't there; leaning over elegantly, hands behind their backs, to be securely locked into the strange contraption.

'What do we have here?' The lead groom gave Jenny a look filled with contempt and yanked her upwards by the few short hairs still remaining on the top of her head. When her hands flapped around he made short work of refastening them behind her back. Jenny's eyes watered. 'Get your hooves into those stocks now, little Miss Tardy, before I give you an extra five spanks for being a troublesome animal. When she stood there stupidly he raised his voice to an even louder pitch, if that were possible, and yelled, 'Move, now!'

She moved. So quickly she almost fell over the horizontal pole in her hurry to escape the man with the deafening voice. Her waist bent over the bar, her neck settled on the cold steel and when her eyes glanced down they were to find another stone trough below, with what appeared to be porridgy-mush inside. Yuck.

As the top of the stock came down with a snap to lock her body firmly in place, all Jenny could see was a long row of heads extending both left and right and chomping into the porridge with ferocious enthusiasm. Was there some sort of competition for the one who finished first? Sighing, Jenny dipped her face into the goo and began to eat. Her stomach was protesting too loudly to do anything else. Missing dinner and the exertion of last night's activities had given her quite an appetite. Even though the porridge was fairly tasteless she took a mouthful and began to chew. More ponies were filing into the room, and soon she had two faces on either side of her, chowing down as if there was no tomorrow.

'All finished, ladies?' the groom in charge asked, not moments after Jenny had started eating. 'Good. It's time for the communal spanking session. Bottoms up and wiggle those asses; we want a good show or it'll be extra spanks for all of you.' There was a general thud of footsteps around the room as the grooms lined up behind their assigned ponies and then the fun began in earnest.

When the first smack landed into Jenny's backside she nearly spat out her mouthful of porridge. So that was why the girls had been eating so quickly! It was rather difficult to chew with a steady force of blows beating down upon your rear. If she didn't want to starve she had little option but to try and swallow little mouthfuls of her breakfast between the continued slaps of her groom's hand.

'I don't see much wiggling,' the annoying man behind her said, laying into her backside with more vigour. 'You should pay less attention to munching and more attention to pleasing me, or I'll do something about it.'

Jenny ignored him, too absorbed in trying to eat as much as she possibly could from the depths of her trough. Rough hands reached under her and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them painfully. She gasped in shock. Then they pulled sharply at her nipples, elongating the buds until they were painfully distended.

'Let's see how well you can eat with these on your teats,' the boy drawled in her ear, and suddenly metal jaws pinched the delicate flesh of her areolae. It took two seconds for the full agony of the clamps to hit her and by that time his smacks had resumed. With an indelicate scream she gave up trying to eat. The raw sting of each smack pounding into her ass, combined with her tortured nipples, had her gasping.

'Wiggle your sodding ass! Do you want to make me look bad in front of all the others? Believe me, if Mr A catches your lacklustre performance you'll be down for a spell in the dungeon.' The smacks rained down harder and faster. Finally she succumbed to the inevitable and began to wiggle her backside, revisiting the shame of yesterday's public humiliation at the hands of the villagers. 'That's it,' the nameless boy encouraged her, 'but a bit of a wider, longer wiggle. Try a figure of eight shape and make sure you splay those legs.'

Gritting her teeth Jenny grimaced and gave him what he wanted, the lewd sight of her backside jiggling this way and that as he continued to spank it. His hand now felt like sandpaper on the sensitised flesh. How much longer would she have to endure this? The clamps continued to bite into her tender nipples and as she swayed to and fro she could feel them moving with her, the ache increasing with each passing second.

Mr A was surveying the room of swaying backsides with obvious pleasure. Perfectly pink, rounded rumps danced, twisted and writhed to the sound of a spankingly-loud beat. He knew their faces would be smeared with sticky white porridge and their pussies creaming and dribbling with arousal. If they weren't, by the time his boys and girls had finished with them, they would be.

'OK, that's enough everybody. Now get 'em cleaned up.'

The grooms were quick to obey. There was a flurry of activity as water was run, sponges were fetched and buckets were carried. Mr A used the time to examine each pony's behind, giving it a sharp squeeze as he listened for an appropriate accompanying gasp of pain. Then he plunged two gloved fingers inside their pussies to determine levels of arousal. If his fingers slipped inside easily he moved straight on to the next pony, but if they didn't he made note of it in a little black book that he pulled from his pocket. So far so good, as all the ponies had been dripping wet. When he reached the new girl a sharp squeeze produced the noise he was looking for, but when his fingers pried for entry at what appeared to be a juicy wet hole, he met resistance in the shape of a solid object. Upon further inspection, as his fingers peeled back the lips of Jenny's pussy, he realised the object was not solid at all, but none other than the celebrated and highly prized 'Golden Egg'. Well, wasn't this a turn for the books, he thought. The stables were about to become a lot more exciting with the new trainee on board.

'Fetch me a bowl,' he yelled to no one in particular, and there was a general rush of bodies that began running to accomplish his request. 'In a moment,' he said to Jenny, 'you get to be the goose that lays the golden egg, although you needn't cluck for my benefit. I hope for your sake you've been a good girl.' He paused and took a moment to walk around her, examining her features in their entirety. This one was a little plump, but nothing that wouldn't be remedied in two weeks or less, and she had a reasonably good bone structure and a pretty face. She would be in demand. 'We take disobedience of any sort here at Albrecht Stables very seriously indeed.' He pressed his palm to her left buttock and squeezed all five of his digits into her flesh, in a claw shape. She shrieked. 'Just so we understand each other,' he murmured. 'You play nicely and we'll get along fine. Give me any trouble and, let's just say, Lucifer has nothing on the kind of torments I can provide you with.'

'Mr A, your bowl, Sir,' a voice said from behind Jenny, its owner obviously out of breath.

'Thank you, Lee. Go back to Peaches.'

'Yes, Mr A. Thank you, Sir.' There were more running footsteps.

'So, do we understand each other?'

'Yes,' muttered Jenny, trying to lick away several errant bits of gluey porridge from her nose. Her tongue was just a smidgeon too short to reach them and she was going cross-eyed in her determined attempts to remove them.

'Silence!' Mr A screamed and Jenny jumped, her eardrums ringing.

'Ponies do not speak. Ever.' The way the man said 'speak' had Jenny thinking it was a crime of the gravest order. He slowly took off his glove and gave the flesh of her reddened backside a nasty pinch with finger and thumb. It had Jenny squeezing her eyes shut in agony. 'You do not open your mouth around here unless there is something that needs to be stuffed into it.' He pulled her left nipple clamp for emphasis. She sobbed. 'Nod your miserable head if you understand.' Her nipple was being stretched like a length of chewing gum, and it was all she could do to nod briefly in reply. 'Good.' He removed his hand and let the clamp ping back into place, where it promptly fell off, eliciting a loud gasp and a swiftly muffled yelp of pain. He then removed its twin with considerably more precision and watched as his victim choked on her squeal. 'That's much better.' He patted Jenny's backside, watched it buck as she tried to avoid his hand and then inserted the bowl between her thighs. 'The egg, if you please.' He rattled the dish between her legs in encouragement.

Suddenly the sloshing of water stopped, the patter of feet went quiet and the creak of buckets being swung to and fro ceased abruptly. Great, thought Jenny. She was yet again the centre of attention. Even the ponies on either side of her, who were already silent, seemed to hold their breath. Fine, she thought, she'd play their game. They'd get theirs when she was rescued shortly. So, with her legs wide apart, and a cold ceramic bowl waiting patiently underneath her, she pushed. Trying to stem the heat that was spreading to her face, Jenny felt the egg begin to move. At first she had to strain quite hard, but with consistent pressure the reluctant egg began its journey downwards, breaching her inner walls. It was a struggle to get the egg past its widest point, but as soon as she had Mr A pulled it from her body. An embarrassing sucking noise ensued. The heat she'd been trying to stem flooded her face.

'Well, look what we have here,' said Mr A. He did not sound disappointed. If anything, his voice was eager with excitement. He watched as Jenny's body sagged in relief. To the silent room he continued, 'What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is one very naughty pony who cannot follow the simplest of orders.' Jenny tensed. 'We, as an entire unit, need to demonstrate the error of her ways.' He clucked his tongue. Firstly there will be a communal punishment, of course, and then our errant little filly will complete a very personal penance, all of her own.' A chorus of displeased neighs and whinnies rang around the room. 'Oh, I know you lot have previously been led to believe that the first misdemeanour goes unpunished among the group members, but that was until today. This here,' he slapped Jenny's rump so hard her teeth snapped together, 'is a special pony and she'll need to wear the black in double-quick time. You've got lots of work on your hands, my darlings.' He laughed and dropped the empty filigree egg to the floor, where it bounced around on the concrete. 'We're about to have lots more fun around here, boys and girls.'

His voice returned to its businesslike tone and loudspeaker volume. 'Well, what are you waiting for? Get this lot cleaned up, sharpish!' The feet stumbled over each other in their hurry to obey.

Without warning cold water sloshed over Jenny. Her body immediately went into shiver mode. What the hell was wrong with the hot water tap around here? Jenny cursed every foul word under the sun, inside her head. She couldn't have spoken through the shivering, regardless.

Next a big bar of the most abrasive soap she had ever felt began to scour her body. Jenny could only be grateful that her leather mittens, which rested just above her ass, protected her hands. It was about the only area of her that didn't get a good scrubbing. The soap worked its way over and into her breasts, stomach and face, scrubbing the surface red raw, but at least it got rid of all the remaining porridge. It then worked her calves, thighs and buttocks and she nearly cried when her poor abused globes felt the sting of the caustic lye bar. What the hell was in it, acid? He then washed her hair with the foul-smelling stuff, but when the man began to insert his fingers, covered with the unpleasant soap, into her pussy, she neighed at the top of her lungs in protest. It seemed to be the only noise she could make in the stables that didn't include an immediate punishment. He ignored her. When he then proceeded to tug out the plug embedded in her ass and push his fingers in
there
she whinnied with all her might and stomped her hooves.

'Don't like that, eh? Oh, I know it's a bit sore now, but by the time that greedy little hole of yours has been used several times a day it'll get used to plenty of rough treatment and this soap won't bother you so much. All the clients around here, not to mention the Masters, Mistresses, grooms and stable-hands, want those little holes squeaky clean before they use them, so you'll get used to being scrubbed down several times a day. We generally only use soap first thing though, so you'll just get a detergent solution douche throughout the rest of the day.' He swatted her ass as she wriggled to escape his prying fingers. 'You wiggle as much as you like; most of us are rather fond of that around here,' he said, laughing at her amusing attempts to evade his fingers.

He delved them deeper inside her. The wriggling softened as her body became aroused. 'You like that, huh?' His slippery fingers slid over her pussy lips and gave her clit a little tap. Jenny couldn't help making a meek little moan of encouragement. 'I can see you're going to be as bad as the rest of 'em, always desperate for a large cock or some such thing to be stuffed into all of your available orifices. The good news is that's probably what you're gonna get. You'll be a horny little thing around here, that's for sure. Now let's give these tits a good massage.' His fingers worked the soft skin of her breasts, rubbing and kneading before moving on to her sensitised nipples. He used mild pressure at first, soothing the poor little nubs, but gradually he increased the pressure of his fingers around them, nipping and pulling until she was squirming delightedly. When one hand reached back beneath her to fondle and tug her clit, Jenny was sure she was about to come, her mouth opened in an 'O' shape in preparation for her scream of enjoyment.