Chapter 278.

“Could you ride him?”
“Huh.  Of course I could, but…”
“Show me then.  If you can really ride him, you’ll be the only one apart from Mélisande who can.  You’re a lot older than her.  If you don’t have the confidence, of course…”
The only thing that could elicit a passionate response from Thomasina was a disparaging comment about her riding.
“Get him outside and I’ll show you how much confidence I have.”
“All right.  Riding boots, helmet and whip.  You’re wearing spurs, I see.  Excellent.  You may need them.” 
Zeta had already been filming.  Now, as Thomasina pulled on her boots and hat, and picked up her whip, and everyone began to make their way out into the courtyard she paused the video and waited for the next chapter. 

When everyone was outside Thomasina, blushing more than ever, climbed astride Bobby, fitted her feet into the stirrups, gathered up the reins, which she wound round her left hand, and gave him a smart whack with her whip.  He shot forward at a brisk trot.  Thomasina, still smarting from Miss Poole’s comments, and feeling humiliated by her proximity to such a boy, employed heels and whip with unwonted vigour.  Zeta had clear space to film the exciting spectacle, and she knelt down to get the best angle.  But while Thomasina spurred Bobby on, Violet spurred her on.
“Is that the best you can do?  Mélisande has him going much faster - eh Clarissa?”
The first circuit was completed without incident.  Whether it was the feeling of having a grown girl on his back for the first time, or whether he had a bit of a thing for her, Bobby’s growing erection suddenly became too much for the zip, and it popped out, long and shiny and red, waggling beneath his tummy.  Everyone gasped, but Violet gave them a look, and they hid their surprise.  Thomasina was pushing hard now, and Bobby’s erection was bouncing in rhythm with his paces, slapping audibly against his tummy.  Thomasina must have heard, because once she looked down, but she probably assumed it was just his thighs brushing together. 
“There,” she said, breathlessly, as she embarked on the fourth circuit, “still think I don’t have the confidence?”
“I think you’ve proved your expertise,” said Violet.  “A couple more circuits, perhaps…  Bobby seems to have a lot of energy today…”
It was at this point that Ellie remembered something.  She slipped a hand into her pocket.  There it was!  The remote!  Almost too late!  As quickly as she could she dialled it up to maximum and hit the start button.

Bobby stopped dead.  Thomasina lurched forward.
“Stupid animal!”
She gave him three hard strokes, forcing him into a walk.
“What’s the matter with you?  Go!  Come on!”
She swung her heels back and dig her spurs into his flanks,  He made a whining sound through his bit. And speeded up a little.  As he passed Zeta she was amazed to observe his erection apparently vibrating visibly!  She looked up at the others, standing in line with their backs to the stable.  Ellie smiled and gave her a wink.  She returned a delighted grin.
It was on the final circuit.  He was directly opposite the spectators.  He stopped suddenly, and made a strange muffled trumpeting noise, like a baby elephant in distress.  Both he and Thomasina stared questioningly at the onlookers.  Thomasina as if to say, “what’s going on with him?”  Bobby as if pleading, asking, “why are you doing this to me?”  Then his eyes closed and his lips parted in silent ecstasy.  For a moment he was motionless, despite a jab from Thomasina’s spurs, then he lurched, and his body undulated violently and rhythmically with wave after wave of orgasm.  Thomasina had to gather up the reins and clamp her thighs around him, or she would have been unshipped.  He stood there, shuddering and pumping c-um, filling the teat of his scarlet condom till it was swinging and dancing like a hooked fish, while Thomasina, tossed about helplessly in the saddle, looked at her grinning audience with bewilderment.  Zeta had already moved in front of them, and was virtually lying on the ground, her eyes fixed on the display of her camera.
“This is so cool….” she murmured, in the tone of a professional who has captured a scene to perfection.

As for Thomasina, it was only as Bobby’s climax began to subside that the awful truth dawned on her.  With a cry of disgust she leapt off his back and retreated to the side of the courtyard, her eyes fixed on her discarded mount, now quite spent and panting, with horrified disbelief.
Ellie turned off the remote in her pocket, and winked at Violet, who had watched the whole performance with calm, though smug, absorption.  She turned to Thomasina.
“That was a masterful exhibition of equestrian control, my dear.  I commend you for your faultless technique – though I think you may perhaps have over-stimulated your mount.  Please resume, if you would like – he seems to have almost regained his composure…”
Thomasina’s response was a glance, half of anger, half of fright, followed by a dash back into the stable to hide her burning cheeks and the tears welling in her eyes.
Clarissa went to follow her, probably with the idea of consoling her and blaming everything on Bobby, but Violet restrained her.
“Give her a few minutes.  Then we’ll get Bobby inside, and we can move onto phase two.”
“Phase two?” asked Clarissa, puzzled.
“She’s going to spend the last half-hour before the pony rides begin standing on that little crate,” said Ellie, pointing at it.  “I’ve invited some of the girls to come around and see her, when I give them the word.  It’s the second phase of her training to overcome her shyness.”
“Oh…I see…  But surely there’s no way she’ll stand up there like some exhibit in a museum…”
“Oh, she will, Clarissa,” said Violet.  “You’ll see.  Phase three will be the stewarding of the pony rides.  She should have no alternative but to overcome some of her shyness.  If not, we have other strategies.”
“Gosh, Violet.  You had this all planned out.  What if she just ups and leaves, and never comes back?”
“That is not an option, Clarissa.  I assure you, she will stay.  Indeed, she will stay for as long as I wish…”
 

Chapter 276.

Clarissa led Bobby back into stable 13.  He had less than half an hour to recover.  They took off his mask, he rested, used the toilet, and had an energy drink.  Much to his relief, Ellie then put on his standard mask.  Several stable girls, friends of Mélisande, had gathered outside, eager to ask her where she had taken Ponyboy and what they had done.  Clarissa relieved Mélisande of her hat and whip, and left her chatting with her friends.  Ellie and Clarissa led Bobby up the hill, round the offices, and out of the gate to the Old House.  The House had a spacious enclosed courtyard, and was divided into two parts, on the left the living quarters, on the right a spacious stable.  Ellie noted a little wooden upturned crate in the courtyard, and smiled.  The plan was afoot!  She opened the stable door and Clarissa led Bobby in.  The floor was a big plain stone flags, and there was little furniture – only a couple of benches and a big cupboard.  Ellie shut the door and called out “we’re here”.  The adjoining door opened, and who should appear but Miss Poole herself, with the familiar face of Magda’s sidekick Zeta following on behind!
“Hello Ellie.  Hi Clarissa.  I’m not sure if you know Zeta.”  Zeta smiled and inclined her head.  “Zeta is Magda’s best friend.  And she’s an ace photographer.”
“Violet!  Hi, Zeta.  But…  What are you doing here on a Sunday?”
“Well I’m here to witness the pony rides, of course, Clarissa.  To watch your charge at work.”
“Oh, yes.  Of course…”
“And to have a bit of fun.  Perhaps I’d better explain.  We have a few minutes before our other guest arrives, I think?”
“About fifteen minutes,” said Ellie.
“Good.  Right.  Clarissa, I’ve explained everything to Zeta,  Ellie’s in on this too, so now I just need to tell you.  Ellie, got the ear plugs?”
“Right here, Violet.” 
She took Bobby by the bridle, stretched open his hood, and plugged both his ears.
“Thank you.  As I was saying, Clarissa, today I need to make an example of a certain person who will be arriving here shortly.  Bobby is going to help me, though he doesn’t know it yet.  Please just go along with anything we do.  After the filming Ellie’s going to call a few of the girls.  But before that, our guest is going to have a little ride round the courtyard.   So I have to ask…is Bobby fully, er, equipped, today?”
She pointed at his pink pouch.  Clarissa looked startled.
“Does he have his nice red…?”
“Yes, of course…”
“Excellent.  Then at the appropriate time, maybe his zip could slip undone…?”
Clarissa's eyes widened slightly.  “If...you say so…”
“Good!  We’re all set, then. All we have to do is wait for…”
She was interrupted by a faint double knock at the stable door…

Chapter 274.


Miss Poole had been looking forward to the day of pony rides, for several reasons.  Principally, of course, because it marked the first stage in the tightening of ownership of the boys.  They were beginning to struggle against their bonds, so today she would bind them both a little tighter.  Tim would get a taste of real discipline at last.  He would begin to learn what it meant to be in total servitude, under the thumb of a demanding an unsympathetic mistress.  And he would experience the anxiety of not knowing what his next boss might be like.  Cassandra had plenty of demanding clients lined up.  Perfect!  If there was anything more pleasurable than watching unruly boys brought to heel, it was only the planning that preceded it!  And then Bobby.  He’d been indulging himself lately, swanning around the boot parlour, dressing up in pretty dresses and making everyone fall in love with him.  Oh yes, he could wear dresses all right – but from now on it would be she who would decide what sort of dresses he wore!  The pony rides would be the perfect reminder that he was basically a little beast of burden, and also that his social life hung on a thread, in the form of a little fine latex mask.  If that were ever to be removed, then…  But no.  That wouldn’t serve her purpose at present.  In any case, if everything worked out as she had planned, she’d have something much more effective…

But they were not the only ones in her sights today.  Two weeks ago she had received a rather unpleasant letter from a firm of solicitors acting on instructions from a Lady Middiford, threatening court action if the Centre failed to pay compensation of two thousand pounds for anguish suffered by the complainant’s daughter, Thomasina, as a result of bullying by stable girls.  Miss Poole was aware of the incident, which had occurred weeks ago.  Thomasina was a member, an only child, and though she was actually a few months older than the boys, she seemed younger, and to judge by her naivety and shyness, had been the victim of an over-protective mother.  One of the girls had made a disparaging remark about her outfit, which was both expensive and rather ostentatious – her black jacket had gold thread around the lapels, and her gloves were Chanel.  She ended up being pushed around a bit, to which she reacted, not by fighting back, but by bursting into tears.  The ringleader had already been dismissed, and that really should have been the end of it.  Thomasina herself continued to ride there two or three times a week.  Miss Poole suspected that she did so at the insistence of her mother, since she suspected that the girl’s instinct would have been to find a new riding centre. 

Whatever else she might have been, Miss Poole was no snob, and indeed had a ingrained dislike of pretentiousness and titles, especially those gained by inheritance, marriage, or nepotism, and she had no intention of bowing to Lady Middiford’s threats.  The daughter offered a possible defence.  She felt no malice towards the daughter – but equally she had no qualms about using her, exploiting her timidity.  In fact, she found her timorousness slightly irritating; it was really time she “grew a pair”, thought Violet.

Her plan had been cooked up between herself and Ellie.  They made a great pair of conspirators, both with devious minds, Violet motivated partly by money, but both with salacious imaginations.
Ellie also found Thomasina’s meekness rather amusing.  She related an incident she had witnessed at reception, where the girl was blinking and blushing like a crossing beacon.
“What was that all about?” asked Violet.
“Oh, she’d come to pick up a programme for the county shows.  Then Evelina says to her, joking like, “oh, while you’re here Thomasina, the boot boys have had a cancellation this afternoon.  Fancy a free session?”  She turned bright red!  She’s so shy, the poor thing.  Even the mention of boys is enough to fluster her.”
“Oh…  Interesting.  She doesn’t have a boyfriend, then?”
“What?  Thomasina?  No way!  You should see how she dresses.  Except when she’s in her riding gear, of course – then she looks like a million dollars.  Her face has never seen a speck of makeup!  No, anything to do with sex – even the idea of a sexy little dress, say – and she turns as red as a beetroot, and runs a mile.”
“Really?  Sounds to me as though she needs to chill out a bit…”
“I don’t think that’s likely to happen anytime soon.”
“Well, maybe sooner than you think, Ellie.  I have an idea how I can kill two birds with one stone…”

Perfect.

Becoming Delta Darlings… and a Warning

       The boys then learned more about the Alexionian Society they had just joined. They were told it was also occasionally referred to as “The Society of the Alexiones.” They soon realized they were far from the first college boys to become reluctant Little Sisters. Almost all the “Alexiones” before them had been “drafted” in one way or another. In addition to being knowledge experts on Gamma Delta, their new role was to be “helpers” for the Sisterhood in a variety of ways. It seemed their central role was to provide cheerful, diligent service supporting the ideals of Gamma Delta.

       Madison explained that their service could encompass a wide range of activities—academic work, errands, charity work, occasional chores and even… entertainment. When she mentioned that last one, her lips curled in an almost devious way. The boys squirmed, worried about what was to come and acutely aware of their feminine skirts and blouses.

       Madison continued, “You’ll be expected to embody service with grace, and of course, you won’t be joining any of the fraternities.” The boys were somewhat dismayed to learn that. Madison added succinctly, “You’re on a different path now, and anyway you won’t have the time.” Although Julian had no plans to join a fraternity, the other three had harbored various levels of interest. They felt a small pang of loss to have those aspirations squashed so dismissively and decisively.

       As Madison outlined their new roles, the boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, feeling the soft fabrics slide against their skin as constant reminders of how their world had changed. They discovered that the oath they took was formally called the “The Alexion’s Pledge.” Apparently each of them was now officially an “Alexion,” together they were “Alexiones,” and they had joined the “Alexionian Society” It was a lot to keep straight. They also learned about other informal nicknames used to describe boys in their current situation.

       “‘Alexiones,’ and ‘the Alexionian Society’ are such mouthfuls though, and the ‘Society of the Alexiones’ is almost a meal by itself,” Tara said with a wry smile. She explained, “We don’t use those terms much in everyday conversation… mostly just for ceremonies.” She told them the Sisters also needed a simple way to differentiate them from the “real” Little Sisters who were pledging Gamma Delta and would eventually become full Sisters. With a playful twinkle in her eye, Tara continued, “So you four are our newest ‘Delta Darlings!’”

       “‘Delta Darlings’…?” Nate asked hesitantly as the cutesy term seemed to almost stick in his throat. It even felt embarrassing to say it as he tentatively tried out the overly sissyish term.

       Tara smiled and said with a wink, “That’s right. You’re a ‘Delta Darling’ now… Darling!” Several stifled giggles were audible at Tara’s teasing wordplay. The boys shifted uncomfortably, their faces growing even redder. It was clear that Tara and the other Sisters were genuinely delighted to see the boys put in their new, distinctly subordinate roles.

       Tara went on, “There’s some interesting history to it. Back in the early days, they initially used the term ‘Little Darlings’ for boys like you. Over time, that kind of morphed into ‘Delta Darlings,’ and ‘Little Darlings’ was used less. I think the idea was to put more of a ‘Delta’ stamp on you,” she added brightly. A few more nicknames came and went over the years like ‘Delta Dolls’ and ‘Little Gammas.’ There was a time in the 70s they used ‘Petal Boys’ occasionally, but that was just a short fad. We mostly use ‘Delta Darlings’ today, but you’ll still hear ‘Darlings’ for short.”

       Wearing a nervous frown, Owen began to speak with a trace of whiny protest in his voice, “But, do we really have to—?”

       “Yes,” Brianna interrupted and cut him off, “Yes, you do.” Then she added, “It’s OK to ask questions, sweetheart, but you lose a point for that tone.” It was an obvious warning shot… for all of them.

       The boys’ cheeks all flushed, clearly unsettled by the swift response to this very mild hint of resistance. The lesson was clear. They also collectively cringed at the girlish nickname now attached to them. It was troubling to realize there seemed to be a whole structure and plan reserved for boys in their predicament. It became obvious this was more than some random sorority lark. The recognition made them worry even more.

       Tara then continued as if nothing had happened and directed their attention back to their booklets. She pointed out a timeline of key events. “We cherish our rich history,” she started, “Gamma Delta was founded in 1928 by six independent women who wanted to create a supportive space for female students at this university. You’ll need to know each founder’s full name and explain her contributions to our legacy. You can find all their portraits in the hallway, and I highly encourage you to study their biographies thoroughly.”

       Turning the page in his handout, Milo noticed a chart listing all the chapter presidents since the founding.

       Tara continued, “You’ll also need to memorize all the chapter presidents in order and the years they served, and of course you’ll be responsible for knowing all our current officers.”  She gestured at a photo collage on the lounge wall showing the current board members, encouraging each boy to match faces to names. Their hearts began to sink as they realized just how many names and dates they’d be expected to rattle off on demand.

       “The alumna section is also very important,” Elise added, flipping to a list of notable graduates and their accomplishments, “Details matter! During our Thursday study halls we’ll be doing ‘Alumna Spotlights,’ so each week, you will one choose one distinguished graduate you admire and make a short presentation describing her contributions, achievements and why you chose her.” She grinned, “You have so many to choose from!”

       Madison added, “And don’t overlook the appendix. That’s where you’ll find important things like our code of conduct, tips on dressing for success and a list of our recent philanthropic projects. There’s also a helpful section on etiquette tips at chapter events such as how to greet visiting alumnae, the correct way to introduce yourself and how to write thank-you notes.” 

       Then, it got worse. With an almost nonchalant air, she said, “The study guides are obviously just to get you started.” She gestured to a large bookcase in the corner filled with thick, leather-bound volumes, “Over there are our annual histories… one volume for every year. Of course, you’ll need to become familiar with how it’s all organized so you can quickly find anything you need, but you should start with the basics in the handouts.”

       As the Big Sisters made their expectations crystal clear, the boys’ discomfort grew. The sheer volume of information—names, dates, songs, symbols—loomed like an avalanche. Sitting there meekly in their adorable matching skirts and blouses, they realized how hopelessly screwed they were.