Casey the Pony-girl Part Two

By Paladin

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Casey slipped on the knee pads and made a slow twirl, “I’m not sure if they’re this year’s fashion statement but they fit nicely.”

“Well I had your knees in mind when I bought them.”

Casey laughed and got down on all fours, “how’s this?” she asked.

I took a deep breath, “doesn’t get much better,” I replied. 

I walked around her and she watched me with a cheeky smile. I ran my hand down her back and she giggled. Casey wiggled her hips and told me to get on with it.

I swung my leg over her back and lowered my weight slowly down. Her back curved under me and I saw the muscles in her shoulders tense to take the strain. I lifted my feet off the floor and Casey was holding my full weight. 

“Is that all your weight?” She asked

“Yep.” I answered. “How are you coping?”

“Yeah, it’s nowhere near as hard as I thought it would be. What do we do now?”

I swept up her dark hair in my right hand and pulled her head back enough to let her know I was in control but not enough to cause much discomfort. I let my soft rein slip through my fingers then lightly drummed my heels against her thighs. 

Hesitantly, at first, but then with more confidence Casey walked forwards. I shifted my weight backwards and drew on the rein. Casey stumbled then stopped and waited. I loosened the rein and urged her on again. This time she was ready for me and stopped smoothly as her head was pulled back. 

I tapped her sides and she started forward as if she’d done this many times before. I tightened my right knee against her side and gently drew her hair across. Casey followed my lead and I rode her in a series of arcs around the lounge. 

“Time for a pause.”

Casey stopped in the middle of the lounge.

I relaxed and let more of my body weight sink into the middle of her back. A little groan slipped from her lips but she quickly braced herself. “How are the knees holding out pony?”

She breathed deeply before answering, “this is a heck of a workout but the kneepads seem to be working fine. Am I doing okay?”

I patted her shoulder, “you’re doing great. Now I’m going to get you to try and buck me off.”

“How?”

“Start by trying to bounce me up and down on your back.”

The first was a little pulse that barely raised me up. I gave her butt a smack and she yelped but the next bounce lifted me. Three more in quick succession had me grinning in pleasure.

“Keep going pony,” I ordered, fully enjoying the undulating motion against my groin.

Eventually Casey sagged, “I can’t throw you off,” she gasped.

Without answering I tapped her sides and she responded. I kicked a little harder, “faster pony.”

She moved more quickly and the end of the lounge approached. I tugged the rein to the left, sharper than before and she turned. “Now fast as you can pony!” I kicked harder and she broke into a ‘canter.’ 

I have a long rectangular lounge and to her credit Casey made it right to the end. Her head dropped when we stopped, her breathing sharp and fast. I took some of my weight back onto my feet. 

“No I can take it,” she gasped.

A little tentatively I lowered my full weight back down. Casey nodded as if saying to herself ‘I can do this.’

I turned her slowly and rode her back to the centre of the lounge. “Try and buck me off pony.”

“I honestly can’t,’ she answered. “I really tried my best last time.”

“But this time you can walk, turn, stop, start, anything you like.”

Her head came up as she considered this. She moved forward, stopped suddenly and bucked. I laughed, “Come on pony you’ll have to be more sneaky than that. I know you’re just a girl and my slave but..,”

I didn’t get to finish that taunt because she shot forward, spun around and bucked while still in the turn. Coming out of the turn she realised she’d unsettled me. Casey broke into a canter, slammed on the breaks and roared with laughter as I rolled headfirst onto the floor. 

She collapsed to the floor still laughing. I crawled over, rolled her onto her back and straddled her stomach. She was laughing and breathing fast. Her stomach pulsed with each laugh sending waves of pleasure up through my spine and stomach. I pinned her wrists and looked down into her eyes.

“I knew I could throw you off,” she crowed. “Pony-girl, slave one, Master zip.”

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Hell yes!” Her eyes sparked. “Let’s try that again.”

I gave her nose a tweak, “I have other plans for you my naughty little pony-girl.”

She gave me a little bounce, “well then you’d better let me get up so I can assume the position then hadn’t you, Master?”

I got up and gave her a hand up, “Let’s go outside.”

Now like many old New Zealand farm houses you could count on two things; at least one lemon tree and some kind of sports/entertainment area. Back before the fifties the farmers had to have some way of allowing their wives to socialise and their sons to meet the daughters of other farmers. My property has a lawn tennis court come cricket wicket which has remained since 1920. I think Casey saw the long, green rectangle and instantly summed up what was going to happen. She got part of it right.

“Remember when I said you could say ‘enough’ at any time?”

She nodded but her fists were defiantly placed on her hips and I knew she was still up for the challenge. 

“Get on all fours pony,’ I ordered.

She did as she was told and waited silently.

From behind the corner of the house I took a warm, dark brown stock saddle. It’s high pommel and cantle designed to keep a rider firmly in the saddle over rough ground and at high speed.

“You must be joking,” Casey eyes widened but she braced herself as I approached and she didn’t make any further protest as I placed it on her back. I had already adjusted the wide stirrups so that my feet would still be just above the ground.

Casey wriggled a little to settle the saddle into place, “is that the best you’ve got?” she grinned. 

I smiled back, she looked incredible with the saddle on her back and I had another surprise for her.

“Remember you can say enough.” I held up two U shaped hoops of metal. From the base of each U a small spar stuck out, a spiky little wheel attached to each spar.

“Now I know you’re joking,” she said.

Without answering I ran the spur across her hand and she winced. Looking down expecting to see a scratch Casey realized the spur’s edges were smooth. I walked behind her and ran a spur down the base of her spine, down one firm cheek and down the back of one thigh. She shuddered and I repeated down the other leg.

“Does my pony like it?”

Casey shivered again, “it goes right up and down my spine but it tingles in a strangely good way.”

I put the spurs on and felt the excitement and adrenaline rush through me.