Mistress Gaia – Breaking My Ponyboy

I pretend the maximum effort from my pony-slaves when I train them, they must always perform to the top of their capabilities. There is no room for lazy or disobedient ponies in my stables and I have a miracolous instrument to cure their laziness and lack of dedication: my whip. Today, it will be this pony that will taste the bite of my whip. He is a stubborn pony, always attempting to stand against my guidelines and a bad example for the other ponies. As soon as we are back from the stable, I have tied him up at the center of the dungeon space, with a spread bar on his ankles and his arms raised. Cosily seated on my wooden pony, I begin whipping him with my single tail. I?m so angry with him that I truly want to make him suffer and soon his bod is covered by crimson stripes. He is writhing incontrollably now, attempting to avoid the lashes but in vain, his ordeal has just embarked. Now it?s time to make him suffer even nore and I shift to the hard leather whip, which is going to rip his skin. He is weeping for the unbearable ache but the worst is still to come: I elevate him by his wrist, so that his feet don?t reach the ground, and I supply a series of powerful deadly blows. The pony has been violated and now he meekly licks his Mistress? boot on his knees.