Chapter 120.

Three days to go before Eleanor’s party.  Nicole was driving to Fantastex, Lavinia beside her and Barbara and Kaiya in the back.
“I still can’t get over Clarissa,” Lavinia was saying.
“I know.  She seems so nice.  But I was thinking about it, and I remembered how, when we first met her at that riding trial, she came over pretty bossy.  I think she’s been hiding her light under a bushel.  Now she’s in charge of Bobby all her toughness is coming out.”
“Good.  It’s reassuring.  He needs a firm hand, especially at his age.  We need to make sure we crush any hint of rebelliousness.  Eh, girls?”
“We’ll do our bit, miss,” cried Barbara.  “Won’t we?”
“You bet,” laughed Kaiya.  “’Specially when we get our new kit!”
“We’re here,” said Nicole, pulling into a parking space by a large colourful shopfront.

They alighted and headed inside, the girls lingering as they passed the windows.
“Babs – look at that!”
“Cool…”
Nicole greeted the lady on the till - motherly-looking fifty-something, with an unusual number of piercings for a woman of her age.
“Hi, Daphne!”
A younger, slightly ditzy-looking woman with frizzy hair appeared from a back door, and made her way towards them down the aisle full of latex masks and collars.
“Nicole, dear.  Come into the back.  Follow me, all of you.”
The “back” turned out to be an huge workshop, with women working at benches, cutting and glueing.  The smell of leather and latex was overpowering. 
“Cynthia – this is my best friend, Lavinia.”
“Nice to meet you at last.  I’ve heard so much about you.”
“And these are my new recruits – Barbara and Kaiya.”
“Hi, girls.  Nice to see you.”  She looked them up and down.  “You both have good figures.  I’m sure we won’t have any trouble fitting you.  Nicole, what did you have in mind?”
“Well, for now, Cynthia, just some basic apparel.  I have all the equipment myself.  So as regards leather I suggest thigh boots, leotards, gloves, collars, maybe spiked cuffs, and masks.  Latex?  Cat suits, gloves – short and elbow.  Oh, and open-face hoods with pony-tail extenders.  They always look good – sort of powerful.  Beyond that I’ll leave the girls to pick their own styles and colours.”
“Thank you, miss!”
“If you see anything else that takes your fancy…”
“Thank you!”
“Right, girls, if you’d like to follow me I’ll show you what’s available.  Nicole, excuse us.  I’ve got all Bobby’s new things packed and ready, by the way.  Daphne’s has the box under the counter.”

It was an hour and a half when they eventually left Fantastex, and they were loaded with bags, which together with Bobby’s box they stashed in the back of the car.  But their shopping wasn’t quite done.  Nicole took them further down the street to a department store, where they picked up a couple of cute little leather jackets, some leather shorts, two small trendy black leather backpacks, a supply of stockings and miscellaneous underwear, and a variety of jewellery and makeup.  Then it was back to Nicole’s, and a visit downstairs to allocate them drawers and wardrobe space.
“Miss?  So…when might we…you know, start assisting you?” asked Barbara.
“Soon enough, Barbara.  But your first duty is Eleanor’s party.”
“To protect Bobby, right?”
“Well…yes…but also to test his limits.  He was very interested in you two at Diana’s do, I noticed.  In your new boots I think he’ll be even more interested.  But he’ll also be firmly contained.  I’d like to find out how he adapts to constraint in the context of stimulating company.  So you can tease him a little and see how he copes.  We’ll talk more about this.  I’ve already sent Eleanor some basic aids to aid his compliance in our little experiment.  I’ll tell you more tomorrow.  But today I’d very much like to see what you acquired today.  Maybe a little fashion show…?”
“Yes, we’d love to,” said Kaiya.
“But first I have to courier something to Mrs Burlington.  I’ll get it packed while you get ready.  Back in a mo!”

Chapter 118.

Clarissa would have liked to leave Bobby in the stable again that night, but she felt she had to stick to the original plan of letting him sleep indoors every other night – for the time being, at least.  MĂ©lisande brought him back from a hack about four, then gave him an hour’s dressage in the garden.  Clarissa asked her to lay the table for supper while she took Bobby back to the stable and got him out of his suit and took off his device.  She let him shower in the annexe and brought the suit in for cleaning.  Then she went to his room and sorted through the clothes Nicole had sent over with him.  There were ordinary clothes – jeans, T-shirts and so on - but she had thoughtfully included a drawerful of more interesting items, including the little blue and yellow hot pants outfit he had worn at her house before!
“Oh, Nicole!  I love you!  What could be more appropriate?  It’ll remind him of what happened last time he wore this.  Mellie loved it too.”
She gathered it up and took it to the kitchen.
“Mel?  Do you remember this?”
MĂ©lisande screamed.  “His Boot Boy outfit!  Of course I do.  Oh, mummy, make him wear it again this evening, yeah?  And this time let me have some photos of my own, okay?”
“MĂ©lisande!  You cunning little mouse!  I know you kept one for yourself.  You even printed it out.  It’s on the back of your wardrobe door.”
MĂ©lisande blushed.  “Why did you look in my wardrobe?”
“I wasn’t snooping.  I was looking for those shoes you couldn’t find.  Anyway, I’m not blaming you.  It’s a cute picture all right.  Anyway, as you’ve got one, it’s pointless to prevent you taking more.  Know what?  If we could get a really good one I’m sure Miss Poole would like to put it on the front of the leaflet she’s going to have printed, with his opening hours and charges and everything.”
“Really?  Great!  Let’s get one of his kneeling and cleaning boots, with his kit next to him!”
“Yes…   And maybe someone should be wearing the boots…”
“Me! Can I be the one?”
“I don’t see why not.  It’ll just be your legs in the picture.”
“Yes.  And in the garden, with all the trees in the background, and one of the jumps.”
“Perfect.  I’ll go get him dressed.  Let’s use the white folding chair in the shed.”
“Okay!”

Bobby was waiting in the stable with a towel wrapped round him.  He was all ready to protest about her treatment of him that morning, but when he saw what she had brought him to wear it went straight out of his mind.  His face fell.
“Not those…  Miss, please…”
“No arguments.  We’re having a photoshoot.  We’re going to make a cover for your flyer.”
“No!  I won’t!”
“Do you want me to bring Mellie out here to help you change?”
Bobby’s resolution collapsed.  “Do I have to…?”
Clarissa smiled gently.  “Yes, master Tucker – you do.  Now get dressed, please.”  And she left him to get ready.
She came out onto he lawn.  MĂ©lisande had set up the chair and brought out the little fabric case with boot-cleaning stuff from last time – that memorable last time.  Clarissa smiled at the recollection.
“He was so sweet that day,” she thought.  “And he’s still sweet.  A hulking teenager on the outside, but still just a little boy, really…”
“Is he getting ready, mummy?”
“Yes dear.  He’ll be out shortly.  I’m going to get the tripod to make sure I get some good shots.”
“My boots are a bit muddy.  Does it matter?”
“Not at all.  It’ll look more authentic.  Oh, here he is…”
Bobby had sidled reluctantly out of the stable, with a sulky expression on his face.  MĂ©lisande’s face lit up at the sight of him in those little sissy hot pants.  Clarissa seemed determined to embarrass him as much as possible.
“There, Bobby, you look gorgeous!  You should see yourself!  You’re going to be such a hit with the ladies at Pitt’s Wood – isn’t he, Mellie?”
MĂ©lisande snorted with mirth.  Perhaps he’s grown a bit since last time, she thought, because those little yellow and blue latex pants look cuter than ever, and his spandex “Boot Boy Bobby” T-shirt keeps riding up over his belly button.
“Mummy,” she giggled, “do you notice his whole outfit’s blue and yellow, but his face is bright red?”
Bobby glared at her.
“Put your cap on straight, there’s a sweetie,” said Clarissa, adjusting it slightly  “Here, I’ll take your jacket for now.”  She went down on one knee to tight his laces neatly and adjust his socks, then stood and fussed a little with his shirt and the frilled legs of his pants.  “You’ll do.  Back in a sec.”

He stood self-consciously, tugging at his pants.
“Pulling at them won’t make them any bigger than they are,” smirked Mélisande.
“Just stop staring, can’t you?”
 MĂ©lisande realised she could afford to be nice to him.  And she wanted him to be compliant in the photo shoot.
“Sorry, Bobby.  I didn’t mean anything.  It’s nice to have you living here for a bit.  We could play some games later if you felt like it.”
Bobby, mollified, accepted her apology.  If he was going to live here, he would rather they were friends.  And she did have some great board games.
“Yeah, okay.  Let’s.”
“Mummy lets me have computer games as well, now.”
“She does?  Great.  Which ones do you have?”
He thought they’d be kids’ ones, but even so…
“Oh, Spider Man…Sea-Thieves…”
“Really?  Cool!  Any others?”
But Clarissa had returned.
“Yes, you guys can play as soon as we’ve finished this.  So Bobby, the better you pose, the sooner we’ll be done.”
“Yes, Mrs Burlington.”
“Right.  So I’d like a few of you by yourself first.  Stand over there, with the trees in the back ground.”
She fitted her phone onto the trip and got behind it.
“Hands on hips.  Good.  Thumbs-up…peace sign, whatever.  Good smile…  Touch you cap…yes…  Thumbs in belt…  Stand on one leg…  Good, keep smiling…laugh, yes, even better…”
She had him responding to every instruction now.
“Okay…  Point at the lettering on your shirt…  Look cheeky….great!  Okay, jacket on…good…zip it right up…great, very smart…  Scout salute…haha, great!  Now, you’ve been a naughty boy…  Look worried…one finger against your lips…  other hand on the front of your pants…good…hold your willy…”
Not thinking, he did just as he was told.
“Got you!  You actually did it!  Hahaha.  Perfect!”
MĂ©lisande squealed with delight.
“No…!  Miss…  You tricked me!  That’s not fair!”
“Don’t worry.  Just joking.  I didn’t really snap that one.  But we need to get you at work now.  Mellie?  Take a seat please.  Bobby, if you could kneel in front of her.  Right.  Now, open your case…  What are you going to do first?  Brush…that’s good.  Get some of that mud off.”
Initially Clarissa was pleasantly surprised at his willingness to service her daughter’s boots.  She had to remind herself that this was his obsession.  True, he winced a little when MĂ©lisande put her foot in his lap for the final polish, but he completed the job and even smiled for the camera when instructed. 
“Bobby, well done.  I’ve got two or three perfect shots here.  Why don’t you guys go and get supper?  I’ll be in shortly.”
She sat on the folding chair and sent the best ones to Miss Poole.  She hesitated, then sent the one she had tricked him into as well.  And she sent all of them to Nicole, with the comment, “He was really cute today, and did everything – literally everything! – I asked of him.”
Nicole was at Lavinia’s, so the two of them had  a good giggle.  But Lavinia also wanted an update on something else.
“What happened about that other thing?  You know.  Has she mentioned it?”
“No, she hasn’t.  I was sort of hoping she’d call.  I didn’t really have an excuse to call her.”
“I don’t believe she would be up for anything like that.  Clarissa’s quite shy – quite naĂŻve, don’t you think?  I’m sure if she had done anything she would have rung you in a state!”
“Yes, absolutely.  I didn’t really expect her to go through with it.  Originally I was joking – but then she took it so seriously, so I thought, what the hey?  It would be fun if she did try.  She’d be so embarrassed…”
“Well, you’ve got an excuse now – so call her.”
“Okay…I will.”
She put her phone on speaker.
“Hello.  Nicole?”
“Clarissa!  How are you darling?”
“I’m fine.  Did you like the snaps?”
“Fantastic!”
“I wanted to get a good one to go on the front of Violet’s flyer, if she hasn’t finalised it.”
“Oh.  Good thinking.  No, she hasn’t.  One of those would be perfect!”
“Glad you think so.”
“So how’s everything?”
“Fine.  I’m getting the hang of it.  He seems quite happy with the new arrangements.”
“Good…  Excellent…  Er, is he managing to…contain his ardour?”
“Oh, yes…  I followed your advice.  Gave him a good firm milking this morning.”
Nicole gasped.  “You…gave him….”
“Yes.  Lucky I did, to judge by the amount of c-um he produced.  He didn’t like it, mind, but it had to be done.  I might have to do it more frequently from now on.  He’s at that age, isn’t he?  I think he’ll be much calmer and compliant if I do it regularly.”
Nicole was speechless.  She and Lavinia stared at each other open-mouthed.
“Niccy?  Are you there?”
“Ahem..er…yes, Clarissa, I’m here.  Yes that’s…very good news…well done…”
“No probs.  Look, I have to go help the kids with supper.  I’ll keep you updated, of course.”
“Yes, of course…  Well, bye for now…”
“Oh!  I almost forget.  One other thing before I go.  Mellie’s been complaining that it’s difficult for her to get fine control of Bobby’s head when he’s in that ball-gag hood.  In any case, there’s no reason for him to be gagged like that any more.  He’s totally committed now.”
“I see…”
“So she’s asking would it be possible for him to have a proper bit so she could attach the reins to it instead of the bridle.  It would make things easier for both of them.”
Nicole was delighted.  “Why, of course!  I should have thought of it earlier.  That’s a standard piece of tack.  I’ll pick up one from Fantastex, plus I’ll check Cynthia has the appropriate hood in stock.  Great idea, Clarissa.”
Thanks, Nicole.  Okay then – bye for now.”
“Bye!”
The ladies looked at each other silently for some moments.
“That was Clarissa, wasn’t it?” said Lavinia, slowly.
“I guess we…misjudged her…”
As indeed they had.  And so had someone else.

Chapter 116.

Clarissa awoke early the following morning feeling quite excited.  She dressed in her riding gear – beige breeches, boots, and vest, had a coffee, collected the case, and headed for the stable.  She put the case down on the counter.  Bobby hadn’t been worked too hard the previous day, and she had put him down for the night around ten.    He was lying on his hay bed, legs outstretched, sleeping peacefully.  He slept in his suit minus hood, tack and butt-plug.  The plan was to keep him in his pony suit permanently except for one evening every other day, when it would be cleaned and he would be bathed.  After a while she might experiment with longer suited periods, in the expectation that as time went on he would become more and more used to ponyhood.  She watched him affectionately for a minute or so.  He looked so cute in the glossy chestnut suit, with just his head poking out, and his curly hair, freckles and long lashes.  She had butterflies thinking about what she had to do this morning.  Of course, she would take no pleasure in it – it was a necessity, that was all.  Her duty.  She should probably leave his hood off so he could tell her if she was doing it right.  Yes.  She would be very gentle.

“Bobby?  Bobby, darling, wake up…  It’s time to get you ready…”  He opened his eyes slowly.  “Good morning, young man.  Did you sleep well?”
“Oh, hi…  Hi, Mrs Burlington…  Yes, I did, thank you…”
“Would you like some breakfast?  Orange juice?  Eggs?  Cereal?  Anything you like..”
This wasn’t bad, thought Bobby.  Like a hotel, almost.  The stable was warm today.  The hay was comfortable, too.  And in a way in felt nice being back in his pony suit.  Sort of contained and secure.  Even MĂ©lisande was being nice to him.  Yesterday she’d praised him for getting back in the groove so quickly, and told him Miss Poole was going to give them an award and a prize of a special holiday if they performed well at the dressage event.  That sounded interesting.  And she had apologised for hitting him so hard at Diana’s party.  But he understood.  He had said horrible things about her.  He’d deserved it.  As for making him lick her boots…  Well, she’d apologised for that, too.  Though…he wouldn’t have admitted it, but of course being made to lick a girl’s boots was hardly a punishment for him.  He lay there as Clarissa went to prepare his breakfast, and found himself getting aroused.  No, that wouldn’t do.  Not in front of Mrs Burlington.  How embarrassing!  He must keep himself under control.

After orange juice and scrambled eggs on toast, Clarissa brushed his teeth and washed his face, then helped him to the bathroom in the annexe; it was an ensuite stable!  She cleaned him, gave him an enema, and patted him dry.  She led him back into the stable, put the saddle on his back, and buckled and tightened the girths, making sure she used the same holes as MĂ©lisande the day before.  She attached the stirrups and adjusted the stirrup leathers.  Then it was time for his tail.  Today the stable was heated, and the lube was at room temperature.  She picked up the butt-plug.  Bobby looked around.
“Miss?  Normally my hood and bridle go on first.  My tail is last.”
“I now, Bobby, but today your hood and bridle will go on last, because I have to do something and I’m going to need your feedback.  I’m going to need you to talk to me.”
“Oh?  What are you going to do?”
“You must have forgotten.  Your regular hand-relief.  Don’t be embarrassed – your aunt’s told me all about it and explained exactly what needs to be done.  I’m sure your previous groom was experienced, but, you know, now it’s my responsibility.  I’ll do what’s necessary to the best of my ability, and you can help me learn.  Okay?”
Bobby frowned, puzzled.  “But miss…!” he began, then stopped.  Hand relief?  Was she serious?  Was she really going to…?  Had his aunt played a trick on her?  Whatever!  If she were serious…well, who was he to object?  A mischievous smile spread slowly over his face.
“Don’t be shy, Bobby.  It just part of your care routine, as far as I’m concerned.”
“I didn’t really expect you to, but…”
“Don’t be silly.  We have to look after you, Bobby.  I want you to be nice and relaxed so you can do your training without distraction, and put on a good show at the dressage event.  I’m doing it for Mellie as well as you, so you can train properly together and have a successful partnership.”
“Of course, it does help, Mrs Burlington.  I’ll try not to make too much fuss…”
“Don’t worry.  Just relax and breathe slowly.  But tell me at once if I’m doing anything wrong, or making you uncomfortable.  Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Great.” 
She stood up, went to the counter, and opened the case.  She put on her apron and gloves, and took out the tube of lube and a small plastic pot.  Bobby stood patiently in the hay.  She knelt down beside him.
“Now hold still while I put your tail on.  I’ll just unzip your pouch first…  Goodness me!  Gosh!  It’s quite frisky already!”
The prospect of Mrs Burlington giving him a hand-job had been enough to bring him to full erection.  His hard coc-k sprang out and hung there invitingly, quivering slightly, a string of clear fluid dangling from the tip.  Clarissa bit her lower lip.  Her heart was beating fast.  “Get a grip, Clarissa”, she said to herself.  “That is…  I mean…keep calm…”
Bobby stole a glance behind.  He saw her staring, wide-eyed, cheeks reddening.  He grinned, and made his coc-k twitch for her benefit.  He was going to enjoy this. 
She pulled herself together and picked up the plug.  She squeezed lube onto the rubber egg, and pushed it gently through the hole.  It slipped in easily, eliciting a faint grunt of satisfaction from Bobby.
“Okay, Bobby?”
“Yeah...  Fine.”
She gave it three pumps, and another half-pump for luck, and checked it was firm.  Then she clipped on his tail.  His coc-k quivered.  She took a deep breath, placed her phone on the floor, and selected the app.  She selected a low setting, hesitated, then touched the on switch.  There was a low hum, and Bobby stiffened.
“What…?”
“Shh, Bobby.  This will help you relax…”
Bobby gave a low moan, and his breathing became faster.  Clarissa forgot all about condoms and pots.  She wrapped her right hand around the hot shaft and cupped her left under the head.  She could feel the vibrations from the plug.  She slid back the foreskin, revealing the slick, oozing head.  She began to move her hand up and down in a steady rhythm, whipping his juices into a lather. 
“Miss?  Gently, please…  Not so fast…”
But she was enjoying herself now.  Ignoring his protests, she masturbated him vigorously, spattering the hay with his sticky secretions.  He became louder and inarticulate, though he was totally in her power, immobile on his four little stubby legs. 
“Shut up, Bobby!  Do you want Mellie to hear you?”
He continued to complain.  So she jumped up, grabbed his heavy latex hood, and forced it over his head, thrusting the inbuilt ball gag into his mouth and rendering him silent save for an impotent, muffled muttering.
Clarissa had expected to find herself awkward and even a little embarrassed by what she had to do.  But in the event it had ignited all the passionate sexuality that, as a single woman with a young child, she had for so long felt the need to suppress.  She revelled in the freedom of unrestrained sexuality and the feeling of having total control.
She was milking him shamelessly, impatient for the moment of climax.  She didn’t have to wait long.  All at once he gave a sob, as if of pain, stiffened and started to tremble.  His back arched, and his whole body jolted and shuddered.  She slid back the foreskin as far as it would go, and watched with delight as his thick c-um pumped forth, filling her cupped hand and overflowing into the hay.
“Yess!!  Go, Bobby!  Good boy!  Good boy…”
There was a film of perspiration on her forehead from the exertion, and her eyes were shining with delight.  Her whole body was vibrating.  What she had expected would be a slightly awkward or embarrassing necessity had turned out to be a revelation, exciting and exhilarating.  It had been years since she had felt so turned on.  She knelt back on her haunches and watched him twitching with the aftershocks. 
“You are one sexy pony, all right,” she said to herself..

Chapter 114.

Nicole discarded the strap-on and the girls followed her upstairs.  She soon had tea, coffee and pastries laid out on the coffee-table.  The girls were already seated, chatting in whispers.  Nicole sat down opposite them.
“Miss,” began Kaiya, “do you have…I mean, are some of your clients men?”
“Of course.  It’s about fifty-fifty now.  A lot more women are looking for my services these days.”
“Which do you like best?”
Nicole laughed.  “Gender makes no difference.  But I like dealing with some individuals more than others, naturally.  I love Maria.  She’s so honest.”
“So…could we…you know, help you?”
“If you’d like to have a go I’d love to have you along.  I’d charge a bit more, of course.  I’d buy all your clothes, and I’d pay you each twenty-five percent of the fee.  You’d probably have to open proper business accounts.”
“Do you mind if I ask, miss…”began Kaiya.
“How much I charge?  Not at all.  At the moment, it averages out at about a hundred and sixty pounds an hour.  I have concessions, of course.  And sometimes I have clients stay overnight in the cage or chained to the wall.”  She laughed.  “Prices by agreement.”
“Wow!”
“So if you want to go ahead, I’ll speak to my friend Cynthia and we can go down and get you kitted up.  Just basic stuff at first – boots – most important – latex cat suit – hoods, gloves, some nice leather things.  I was thinking if you decided to go ahead you could wear some of it to Eleanor’s do.  Not for her, but Bobby will be thrilled.  I’d like to see how he reacts to a bit of teasing in his new outfit.”
“What is it, exactly?” asked Kaiya.
“Oh, you’ll have to wait and see.  Oh, here’s Maria.  Have a seat, darling.  Tea or coffee?”
“Tea please Nicole.  And I wouldn’t say no to one of those.”
“Help yourself.  You deserve it.  Let me introduce you formally.  Girls, this is Maria, whom you’ve already met.  Maria this is Barbara – and this is Kaiya.”
“Girls – nice to meet you properly.”
“And you, Maria!”
“You must have found me rather pathetic, I imagine.”
“Not pathetic Maria,” said Kaiya.  “Just incredibly sexy…”
“She is that,” smiled Nicole.  “A bit too sexy when she gets carried away.  You liked some of “Phillip’s” suggestions then?”
“Shut up, Niccy.  You’re making me blush.”
“Good.  But seriously Maria…  I know you always do what I tell you…”
“I do.  I’m totally obedient.  I’m really worried about that presentation.  I’m sure I’m going to lose my thread.”
“You’ll cope somehow.  Remember when I made you wear dil-do pants to that date?”
“Oh, please, don’t remind me!  One of my most embarrassing evenings!”
“Suppose I told you to go home and to call up Paula and confess everything…”
Maria became serious.  “No, please don’t do that.  I’d never see them again, and I couldn’t face that…”
“I’m not going to, don’t worry.  But I do wonder.  It’s impossible they don’t realise you can hear every sound.  And if they know, either they’re teasing you or they’re getting a kick out of it.  Probably both.  And my intuition tells me its Paula that’s the instigator.  It’s simply not something a nephew would think of.”
Maria looked thoughtful.  “Really…?”
“Yes, really.  I’m ninety-nine percent sure.  One morning you should look shattered…”
“I often do…”
“…and when she asks you if you slept well, just say you had a disturbed night…  Give her the opening to ask why.  Play it by ear.  See what she says.  She might say something like, “Oh, I’m sorry, were we too noisy?” and you can say, “Oh, no, it’s fine…I really like it when I can hear you making love…”  Something like that.”
“I don’t know if I’d dare…”
“If I order you to…”
“Please, Nicole…”
“Well maybe next time I will…”
“Ooh, please do, miss,” cried Barbara.  Make her say it.  I really want to know what’ll happen…”
“We’ll see.  Anyway, Maria, the girls have decided to tag along.  Next time you see them they’ll look more the part.”
“Great!  I can’t wait!  But give Barbara a smaller whip next time…”

Chapter 112.

Maria needed no second bidding.  She soon had the rubber coc-k half way down her throat, eyes closed slurping and suc-king desperately.  Nicole let her enjoy herself for a few minutes, then pulled her head up by her hair.
“Enough.  Time for punishment.”
She stood up, and led her by her hair over to a piece of apparatus like a vaulting-horse, with a flat, padded leather top, the sides and ends fitted with tethering-rings and straps.  She bent her over one end.
“Barbara?  Bring me that box of cuffs from the counter, would you?  Thank you.”
She worked methodically and at a leisurely pace, cuffing Maria’s wrists and ankles and making sure the buckled were tight.  She fastened her wrists together by threading a short chain through the D-rings on the cuffs.  Then she went to the far end of the horse, pulled the ends till Maria’s torso was flat on the leather, threaded on through a tethering-ring at the end, and padlocked the ends together.  Using a similar procedure, she attached each ankle to the corner of the base of the unit, so her legs were slightly apart.  Finally, she threw a strap over Maria’s waist and buckled it firmly to an oblong steel loop on the other side.
“There.  How does that feel, my little masturbating coc-k-suc-ker?  No, don’t reply.  I’ve heard enough from you for one day.  In fact, I think I need absolute silence for a bit.  Kaiya?  Pass me that ball-gag please – the purple one.  You have quite a big mouth. Maria, so a size B should be about right…”
She thrust the ball unceremoniously into the woman’s mouth, and buckled it tightly behind her head.  Maria emitted an inarticulate moan, whether of protest or gratitude it was impossible to say.
“Girls.”  Nicole beckoned them over.  “Come and look at this.”  She slipped her hand under Maria’s crotch, making her quiver.  She drew it out and held it up for them to see.  The glove was slimy with Maria’s milky juices.
Barbara gasped.  “God, she’s so wet!  It’s even running down her thighs!  Look, Kaiya, what a naughty little slut!”
“Quite, Barbara.  That’s why she needs these.”  She slapped Maria’s bottom, then hooked a finger under the crotch of her panties and pulled it aside so they could see the fat rubber dil-do buried in her dripping pussy.
“Oh my god,” said Kaiya, staring at it, “and she’s going to be wearing these to work for the rest of the week!  Imagine what a state she’s going to be in…”
“It’s part of her punishment,” said Nicole, matter-of-factly, stretching and releasing the panties with a sudden snap which made Maria jump.  “In fact…Maria darling?  Are you listening to me?  As well as wearing these every day, you are to spend ten minutes of your lunch hours watching your videos, to remind you why you’re wearing dil-do pants.  Understand?   Understand?”
Maria nodded as well as she could, and emitted a muffled grunt.
“Good.  Now, I think you’ve been particularly naughty over the past couple of weeks, so I think you’ve earned, let me see…twenty strokes of the whip?”
Maria’s answer was a little whimper, and an apprehensive squirm of the buttocks.
“I’ll give you the first ten, then I know you won’t object if I allow my guests to administer the rest.”
The girls’ faces lit up with delight.
Nicole went to the whip rack, cogitated for a few seconds, then selected a long dressage whip, which she tested by flexing it in the air a couple of times.  It made a satisfying whippy sound.  Barbara gripped Kaiya’s wrist in excitement.
“Stand back girls,  Give me some room.”
She administered ten leisurely strokes across Maria’s backside.  The thin latex was no protection, and at each blow she jumped and emitted a high-pitched squeak.  Despite her convulsions the heavy horse didn’t move an inch.  Each stroke raised a red weal on her flesh, the woven popper curling round the side of her right buttock and leaving its mark there.  Nicole lowered her whip.
“It’s for your own good, darling.  Reflect on your lewd behaviour.  If you want to carry on that’s fine by me – it simply means I’ll have the pleasure of meting out appropriate punishment every fortnight.  Girls?  Your turn.”
“Thank you, miss,” said Kaiya, taking the whip.  “I’ll try to do it like you did.”
Her first swing was rather hesitant, but on target.  As her confidence increased the blows became harder.  The final one made Maria whine and dance - as much as she was able with her ankles secured - and Kaiya gasped with delight at the reaction she had elicited.
“This whip’s so thin and light, miss – but so powerful!”
“My turn!”
Thrilled by the swish of the whip, Barbara grabbed it from her friend and set to.  In her eagerness, the put the first stroke across the backs of Maria’s thighs, making her squirm with pain.
“Oops!  Sorry!”
“Barbara!  Never, never apologise to a client!  Remember she must suffer whatever you choose to subject her to.”
“Sorry miss.  So…can I do it again, then?” she added, mischievously.
“If you wish – of course.”
So she did – making Maria sob and strain at her bonds - and then, lips compressed with spitefulness, finished with three hard rapid strokes across her quivering bottom.  Maria made a moaning sound in her throat.  Kaiya noticed tears were running down her face, and her nose was dripping.  She stroked her hair.
“Are you all right, Maria…?”
“She’ll be fine, Kaiya.  Don’t worry.  She needed a good lesson today, and in a moment I’m going to do something that will make her forget the pain entirely.  But Barbara,” she added, raising an eyebrow, as looking at her quizzically, “you looked as though you enjoyed that.”