The making of a Pony - Part 4 Final (By Henry)

Well Henry and I had words some months ago and he left the blog and group, sadly. But he was a good guy and a very gentle respectful type. I am posting the last part of his story out of respect and for anyone who wanted to see how it ended. And I like it, too.

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After a late dinner they returned to her apartment.  She knew he was preparing to end the date.  He had drawn her to him, held her, and kissed her;  he said he would call. 

This would not do and her feelings would not allow the evening to end so soon.  “Would you like to come in for coffee?”, she asked.  He smiled.  Opening the door she told him to make himself comfortable and she would put the coffee on.  In the kitchen she had retrieved the coffee pot, filled it with water, and was turning on the stove when she felt his hands fall lightly on her hips.  She turned, still within his grasp and met his gaze.  He drew her to him, embracing her and kissed her.  She did not return that kiss, but it was she who instigated the next. 

“I suspect you’re not really interested in coffee”, she said.  

“No, not really”, was his reply.

“Hold that thought”, she quibbled to him;  and with that, her waist still in his grasp, she turned to the stove, turned off the burner, and then turned back to him.

She was wondering what the night might bring, and was willing to accept nearly any advance he might make to her; but he merely took her lightly by the hands and drew her into the living room.  He directed her to a chair and drawing her downward, she sat at his command.  He followed her;  facing her, straddling her, and sitting on her lap.  He gave her a loving smile, and touched her cheek gently.  Leaning into her, he kissed her again. 

Such reserved flirtation would not do.  The girl was on fire; and placing her arms around him she drew him to her, sliding him up her lap and against her tightly.  She held and kissed him repeatedly.  He was not slow to return her embrace.

It was time for her to act boldly.  Still with her arms around him, she stood, lifting him. She carried him a few feet to an open place on the floor and sunk to the floor lying on her back, still holding him against her.  She lay on her back with him upon her.  He did not object to this treatment and  once she had situated herself on her back, he readjusted his position so he could lay upon her comfortably.  In this position, his breath fell upon her face and she inhaled his scent deeply.  Gently holding her head between his hands he alternately caressed her and kissed her.

He rose then, and folding his knees along side her, he lowered himself onto her, sitting at her navel.  He placed his knees upon her arms but she immediately found that uncomfortable and  moved them to her shoulders and chest.  He sat on her, his weight on her stomach and chest, and she found the feeling breath-taking.  She longed for him to be close to her; to have his weight upon her; she eagerly submitted to him.  Only yesterday she would have claimed that to have a man sit on her in this way would have been incognizable, but now, with him sitting upon her she felt cozy, safe, protected, contented, loved.  She desired no alternate treatment.

He sat on her peacefully; touching her gently, stroking the sides of her face, playing with her hair.  She reveled at the feeling of his presence upon her and she sighed contentedly, she studied his face intently; then closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment. 

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He was hoping the date would not end but could not, for the life of him, figure a way to extend the evening any longer.  He was remiss to leave her, but could think of no plausible reason to stay.  Her suggestion of coffee immediately solved his dilemma. What did she have in mind?  His heart leapt at the prospects, but caution warned him to not read too much into her offer.

He had followed her to the kitchen.  She stood with her back to him preparing the coffee and he was again overwhelmed with her presence.  She was such an indescribably gorgeous girl.  He remembered how effortlessly she had carried him and he craved more.  Placing his hands upon her hips she turned to him and as she did, he instinctively embraced her.  She returned his embrace in kind.

He longed to remain  close to this girl; hold her, embrace her, and again place his weight upon her and feel her strong body beneath his.  He lead her to the living room, placed her on a chair, and sat in her lap.  He again admired her, caressing and kissing her.  He could have sat there, on her knees, for quite a while longer and he would have been satisfied. He did not anticipate her response when it came, though to follow her lead came easily and naturally.

She did not rock into a standing position when she lifted him.  She merely stood-up with him in her arms which he thought was remarkable.  She held him securely against her chest while she laid down on her back, making sure he remained on top of her. 

Lying on her was a marvelous feeling.  He burned with desire to make love with her, but he knew it was too soon to think of that.  Instead he lay upon her, resting on his elbows, holding her head in his hands; and caressed her.  Almost without thinking he rose and sat on her.  She took his weight eagerly and easily, and once she was comfortable as he sat on her, she closed her eyes in an expression of total submission.  She was his to do with as he pleased, completely placing her trust in him.  

He was in bliss.  Here was this beautiful girl lying beneath him, and she appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the experience as much as he was.  At that moment life could not be better and he resolved to sit on her like this, fondling her and caressing her for a long time; and they would both enjoy this time they had together. 

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She was so relaxed and contented that she may have briefly fallen asleep, she really could not say.  Having him sitting upon her; him, her man, her exclusive property: belonging to her and no one else; and to be loved by him, put her at such peace that she might have actually dozed off.  It would have been easy; his weight upon her was inconsequential.  She opened her eyes and greeted his gaze.  Was he what she needed in a man? What she wanted?  What was it that she wanted? At this point she wasn’t sure and she was confused.  She knew she wanted him, desired him, but she wasn’t sure exactly why or for what reason yet.  She was sure of one thing; she wished she could gather up the way he was making her feel now as he sat upon her, and somehow save it, as if in a bottle, so at some future time she could again, feel this way.  She did not want this moment to end and was afraid that when it did, it may never occur again.

End it did however.  He rose from her, rolled her over and again sat on her; this time in the small of her back in a similar way.  He started running his hands up and down her back, massaging her spine and shoulders.  She heard herself moan with pleasure and they both laughed because of it.  This continued for several minutes but eventually she wanted more. 

She remembered the children earlier that day and how they had given each other pony rides.  She remembered how she had wondered what it might be like for this man to ride her in that way.  There was no need to wonder any longer with the prize so close at hand. 

“Pony time”, she announced playfully as she rose onto her hands and knees, lifting him as he remained seated upon her.  His weight felt divine upon her and she arched and dipped her back, experimenting with this newfound pleasure.  His response of bouncing lightly upon her sent shivers of anticipation up and down her frame, far outstripping the pleasure of the back rub she had just received.  She again moaned, and again they both laughed with it. 

Patting her on her shoulder he urged her to carry him across the floor.  She did not need encouragement.  With his legs held at her sides, he rode her about the room, patting and caressing her, urging her to move onward.  As much as she took pleasure from his sitting on her stomach, this was as different kind of excitement, but this “gentle riding” was not enough.  She wanted him to conquer her and he- be her “master”.  She would not be obedient; he would need to “prove his worth” to ride her first before he would be given the privilege of her being his pony, with her obedient under him. 

So she teased him, threw him off her back; and moved her back in different ways to unseat him.  At times she would be an obedient, well behaved pony and then she would switch and play the devil and it would take all his effort to keep his seat; playing a wild horse while it was his task to “tame” her.  She knew she was a girl who enjoyed strenuous physical activities but the revelation that she could “play” with a man in this way while enjoying such an intimate contact with him, was enthralling.  At the beginning of the ride he was being far too gentle to suit her.  He was treating her as if she were some “china doll”, afraid she might “break” if he were to stress her.  She was a strong girl and she wanted him to press her, to drive his weight onto her back and make her exert herself; she wanted him to make her use her strength to counteract him.  She became exasperated with encouraging him to ride her more vigorously.  Constant encouragement and unending patience slowly brought him around.

At first, she developed tricks to unseat him quicker than he learned counter measures to prevent it.  She used them sparingly however because her joy was in having him on her back, riding her.  It wasn’t any fun throwing him off over and over; carrying him, having him ride her, and feeling his weight upon her was the real pleasure.  His appetite to ride her appeared to be insatiable and this delighted her;  every time she managed to unseated him he would enthusiastically remount her again.  Had he grown tired of this “game”, she would have been distraught. 

As time passed though he was learning her tricks and it was becoming more and more difficult to unseat him, and he was learning ways to sap her strength away.  She found herself working harder and harder to thwart him and his actions were becoming more aggressive, causing her to exert herself.  He appeared to have finally abandoned his thoughts that he might harm her with his actions and he was using his weight to his advantage.  She found herself working very hard to counteract his movements and remain on her “feet”.  She was now using all her strength to counteract his efforts and for the most part, she was not succeeding.  She was exerting herself to the utmost and she knew that she could not continue this way indefinitely.   Finally she found herself spent and head down, breathing heavily with him still astride her.  It was the only eventual result she would have accepted; in her mind the whole purpose of this activity was to be ridden to exhaustion and eventually have to submit to him.

She was slow to recover her breath and even slower to recover her strength.

 “Are you going to be a good pony and behave now”, he asked.  “Yes master”, she replied, still with a teasing giggle since they both knew this was only role play and he rode her only by her consent.  “Then forward”, he said followed by a playful slap on her rump.  She now obeyed him, and her joy was in doing so.  Still, as she moved across the floor with him astride her; her thoughts turned toward a recapitulation of the day.  Much had transpired which required additional thought.  She was confused at this sudden urge to carry men, especially this man; she was still thrilled at the feeling of him astride her and this puzzled her.  He was not the first man with whom she had spent an afternoon and evening, but this desire had never surfaced before.  What was so unique about this man?  Had he brought some unknown desire deep within her to the surface?  Her mind began to wonder in regard to the possibly of other types of “carrying” that she might accomplish with him.  He was light enough where she knew she could easily lift him in numerous ways and she felt she might want to experiment with this in future meetings; she wondered what his reaction to that might be?   

She could easily see where at some future time she would pick him up in her arms and carry him to her bed; and the prospect of that further excited her.  If it were to happen however, it would not happen that night.  She needed to think about all this before she acted so, though she rationalized the time for that was not far off.  She was sure they would be spending much time together in the near future, and hopefully out into the distant future; and she knew she would again be his pony and the thought of this brought her euphoric delight.  She also wondered about other unknown pleasures which might be in store for her in the days, weeks, and months ahead.  Only time could tell.

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He could have sat on her forever, but he had other things in mind.  He got off her, rolled her over, and regained his seat this time on the small of her back.  He could have sat on her hips but this girl had an ample waist and he knew that sitting on her waist would be most rewarding; also, sitting on her waist would position him for what was in the back of his mind.    He began massaging her back, and they both laughed at the frivolity of the moment.

He was trying to devise a reason for him to have her get up on her hands and knees and carry him;  when she did this on her own accord, it surprised him; this girl was continuously full of surprises.  He realized, incredulously,  that she must have been thinking the same thing herself.  She had done this so effortlessly and he was still puzzling over this when she flexed her back up and down, raising and lowering him in the process.  In response, he bounced lightly on her back, then harder;  feeling her back flex and bend slightly underneath him.   This was such an intense, erotic feeling that he could hardly control himself.   Had they continued to do this much longer, he would have had a wet spot on his pants and a lot of explaining to do.  He stopped his activity and fortunately she stopped also.  Regaining his composure, he patted her on the shoulder and jibed “good horsie”; he motioned for her to obey him and carry him around the room. He was delighted when she readily complied. 

Her back provided him an ample seat, and the curve of her back seemed to be made to fit him.  Being a big girl he did not need to hold her by the shoulders to keep his balance and riding her was far better than he ever imagined it could be;  he was “in heaven”.  His heaven dematerialized in an instant as she abruptly dropped a shoulder and move in the opposite direction, spilling him off her.

“You don’t really expect me to just let you sit there and ride me without earning the privilege”, she chided.

“What do I have to do to earn it?”.

“Stay on if you can”.

“Ah, a tough girl”

“More than you could imagine”

With that he remounted her, and situating himself securely on her back, waited for her next move.  He was still unprepared.  She was being very aggressive in her movements and he was not prepared and in a way, unwilling to counter them.  To attempt to control this girl he would need to apply a much rougher treatment than that to which he was willing to use.  He knew that what he needed to do was to start using his weight against her, to push her and stress her by driving his weight against her movements, to wear her down; but to do this could be considered abusive treatment.  He would not abuse a woman; especially this one of whom he was so fond.  He found his reasoning to be a crazy mixed up jumble, and he rationalized.  He had ridden other girls in the past; one of them barely weighing one hundred pounds.  How was it acceptable to ride that girl who was so much smaller and consider it “non abusive”; while at the same time, not be willing to press a girl over half-again as heavy and considerably stronger,  a bit harder?  It made no sense, and so he began countering her moves with his own, using his weight to his advantage. 

When she reared up on her knees he would drive his weight down onto her shoulders and force her back down onto her hands. He would grip her tightly about the waist with his legs and when she tried to throw him he would dip down and hold to her torso tightly, shifting his weight to where she would stagger to remain upright.  He would catch her off balance by lifting off her back and driving his weight down onto her at different places on her back and shoulders, making her stumble and exert herself to remain upright.  He learned to use his weight as well as her own weight against her.  He learned to use leverage to his advantage, where he would only need to exert a small amount of effort to cause her to exert all her effort to counteract him.  He was working her hard and he could tell she enjoyed the exertion.  He could see that he was  wearing her down, and he knew that she knew it also. 

Finally she could go no more.  She stopped her wild gyrations but remained on her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her back drooping, gasping for breath.  He lifted off her back, centered himself, and then sat back down upon her, his legs splayed out, giving her all his weight; even now he would not get off of her, and she loved him for it.  He sat on her this way, touching and caressing her back and shoulders lovingly. “My beautiful girl” he exclaimed, and he meant it with every fiber of his being.

He had won the right to ride her and when a few minutes had passed and she had caught her breath and her strength had returned, he commanded his obedient pony around the room.  She obeyed his every command and the ride was more than he could ever have thought it would be.  He strongly wanted to command her up the stairs and into her bedroom.  The urge to do so was nearly overpowering.  Though he thought she might have permitted him this, he knew better than to make the request.  Much had happened that day but this was only their second meeting.  Were he to sleep with her now, she might hate him for it later.  He had just achieved earning this girl’s trust and affection and he did not want to then suffer her disapproval.  No, there would be another time for that, and clearly much more time for riding on this delightful girls back. 

He had won her for his own; this remarkably beautiful girl was his.  He would hold her affection and he would have the pleasure of loving her, holding her to him, embracing her, and the thought of being able to ride her again and again was beyond his comprehension.  As for making love with this gorgeous  girl; he knew that not many more meetings would pass before she would eagerly welcome him to her bed.  Yes, there would surely be a time for that also.

Rodeo Challenge - short story by Paladin

This is the 'birthday present' story mentioned in comments in the past few days. Hope you enjoy it... it's a bit of fun! And just a note, the 'Alex' in this story is a girl. (Not sure if Alex is also a girl's name in all countries or just in English based western ones?)

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Rodeo Challenge

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I whooped and reined in. Without thinking I kicked my feet free of the stirrups, swung my leg over the saddle and slid to the ground in a casual manner that would have made all the pony club instructors frown with disapproval. I knew that some of the younger riders would imitate me and I also knew that it would irritate the hell out of a certain young woman who had just reached camp.

“The supreme rider,” I raised my fists above my head, Rocky style.

Alex dismounted from her horse in the correct pony club approved fashion, giving me a very pleasant view of her well toned, jodhpur wrapped, backside. She took her helmet off and scowled in my direction. “You cheated,” she accused me.

“Hey this is the wilderness princess not a dressage ring.” I grinned which I knew would annoy her even more.

“You’re meant to follow the trail. It was bad enough you talked me into letting them race back to camp but you managed to set an even worse example.”

“One it’s good for them to ride off trail. It builds confidence and skills you can’t learn otherwise. Two you’re really just ticked cause I beat you again and you have to admit that I’m the better rider, right guys?” I directed this last comment at the other riders who’d caught up to us. 

The younger kids chorused their support just like I knew they would. A few of the 15-16 year old girls smiled but as they tended to look to Alex as their leader they weren’t going to say anything.

“Better rider my butt.” Alex folded her arms under her chest which I also found rather pleasant. Even straightened up to her full height Alex only came up to my chest. She was petite but well toned from years of riding and her green eyes flashed when she was ticked off. Oddly enough I liked that too.

I stepped closer, “just admit I kicked your ass and that I’m the better rider.”

She stepped closer as well, “never happen,” she growled back.

I turned to the group who were watching intently. “I asked nicely didn’t I? Now kids I’m sorry you have to see this but there are times when you just have to show someone who’s boss.” With that I swept Alex up and with the whole group trailing carried her to the nearest water trough. I held her struggling over the water, “keep it up and I might have to drop you.”

Alex went very still but if looks could kill. “So Alex is there anything you want to tell me?”   

“Not in front of anyone under sixteen.”

I pretended to drop her and she squealed despite herself. “Last chance princess.”

“Bite me,” she growled.

I tilted her head down and her long auburn ponytail dipped beneath the water. 

“I’m going to kill you,” she promised.

I gave her a cheeky grin, then flipped her upright and onto her feet. Her water soaked ponytail slapped against the thin material of her tank-top. I laughed as she danced on the spot as the cold water quickly spread down her back. Without warning she threw herself forward tackling me around the waist. Caught by surprise I stumbled then we tumbled down to the ground.

We wrestled around on the ground while the kids cheered us on. As we rolled I straddled her back. I playfully gave her butt a swat and bounced a little in the curve of her back. Alex surged up onto her hands and knees and I stayed on top of her. “Good pony!” I yelled, “giddy-up.”

Alex twisted and dropped a shoulder, laughing I allowed myself to roll off her. She then surprised me again by jumping on top of me. In a few moments her shins were pressing down on my arms and her backside settled firmly on my chest. I gave a buck and she rode it easily, lifting herself like she was rising to the trot and then dropping her cute butt back down onto my chest.

“One,” someone yelled.

Alex looked around and grinned. She raised herself up and dropped again. “Two.” the kids roared, then “three.”

“Okay, okay,” I protested weakly. I had to admit that she was knocking some of the wind out of me. Alex put her hands on her hips and gave me one of her best ‘superior’ looks. “Is there something you want to say to me?”

I looked up at her and poked out my tongue. Alex shrugged then drew her ponytail around her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow then drew her hand down the hair forcing a stream of water to run down into my face. As I spluttered the kids laughed.

“I think it’s clear who the best rider is around here,” she stated.

“Actually I think it was me who was riding you,” I replied.

“I threw you off,” Alex countered.

“No I let you throw me off, there’s a difference you know. If I’d been serious you’d still be on all fours right now.”

“Rodeo challenge!” someone called out.

Alex looked over to see one of her ‘followers’ had made the suggestion. “What’s a rodeo challenge?” she asked.

“You each get three goes at trying to throw the other for one minute each go. I used to play this at Judo class,” the girl replied.

Alex frowned, clearly a bit uncertain about this idea. “Don’t worry princess,” I said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “You don’t have to do anything that would show everyone that I’m the best.”

“Shut up you!” She pulled her legs in until her thighs held my head trapped then put her hand over my mouth. I could see her talking to the kids but couldn’t hear what she was saying. 

Alex finally moved her hand and let my head go. “All right but if I win you have to get on your knees, kiss my boots and admit I’m the best rider.”

“Make him clean your tack as well,” I heard a girl add.

Alex grinned, “what a good idea. And you have to clean my tack.”

“Fine but if I win I get the same thing.”

“Deal.” Alex stood up but before I could rise she dropped straight back down pinning me again. “Oh and I forgot to add that you’ll need to wear something to make the contest even.”

I turned my head and saw two girls running back towards us. They were giggling and one was carrying what looked like a stripped-down bridle. “What’s that for?”

Alex flicked her ponytail. “You’ve got natural reins to use so Helen suggested we put a bridle and reins on you.”

I remembered Helen’s pony had a very soft mouth and a nylon bit. “I hope she washed it first,” I growled. Alex shrugged and tweaked my nose.

It struck me, as I waited on all fours with a nylon bit in my mouth and reins trailing over my back, that teen girls can be both evil and very inventive. Still I knew I’d got myself into this by challenging Alex and I couldn’t very well back out now.

“Comfy?” Alex gave one of the reins a tug and my head turned automatically. Damn but I was surprised by how easily the modified bridle had controlled my head.

Alex swung a leg over my back and dropped her weight. I had to quickly adjust my hands to brace myself. I felt her gather up the reins. She pulled my head up then from side to side getting a feel for the aids. She then wiggled her hips settling her backside more firmly into my back.

One of the boys set his watch for a minute and nodded to show he was ready. Alex kicked my thighs with her heels and had the nerve to smack my butt!

I tried to shoot forward quickly and then bounce my back up but Alex pulled my head up, slowing me down and the bounce did nothing to unseat her. I scrabbled forward again pulling against the bit trying to get some momentum, then I spun to my left. I felt her weight shift and dropped to my elbows. Alex spun off and rolled to a stop.

“Thirty seconds.” One to me I thought.

Alex got up and dusted herself off. “Not bad,” she muttered.

“Come on Alex!” the girls yelled as she mounted me again.

Nod, kick and we were off again. I reared forcing Alex to take her own weight then dropped forward falling to my elbows again. The impact was hard on my arms but I figured it would be worth it to see her tumble into the dirt again. But as I dropped Alex expertly shifted her upper body weight back while allowing herself to slide forward and dig her knees into the back of my arms.

We held that pose for a moment then Alex pulled hard on the reins drawing me back up. I shook my head and tried to turn quickly but Alex squeezed my ribs tightly and rode me around the turn without the slightest shift. I tried to catch her out by changing direction but she had enough leverage with the reins to keep me turning the way I started. I stopped to grab a deep breath and heard the kids counting down. Frantic I bucked but Alex had her balance now and her backside stayed firmly planted in my back.

“Time!” someone yelled and I stopped fighting. I have to admit that this was harder than I’d expected and although I knew Alex was a superb rider I honestly hadn’t thought she’d have been able to translate that skill to riding on a person so quickly. I also didn’t notice that she didn’t get off me while I took a breather.

“Ready,” a girl called. No I thought but the bit stopped me from saying anything.

I felt Alex’s kick and tried again to move quickly forward but I was getting tired and Alex was clearly getting better at controlling me with those damned reins. I bucked my back up and down as rapidly as I could but I could feel her backside return to the same spot each time. I paused and her weight pressed more firmly down onto me.

“Giving up so soon,” she chuckled.

I moved forward and she curbed me with the reins. I tried backing but a couple of swift kicks put paid to that. I was running out of ideas and stamina. Sweat ran freely across my face as I bucked her again. Alex felt confident enough to smack my butt again. I bent my arms like I was doing a press-up then pushed up hard. Unfortunately the movement was more in my shoulders than the middle of my back.

“Time!”

“Two out of three!” The girls all cheered Alex who then drew my head back up, turned me then kicked me forward. Damn her but she actually rode me back over to the group rather than get off. Worst of all I was too tired to actually do anything but obey.

Alex reined me in and remained mounted as the girls high fived her and congratulated her. “Good pony,’ she leant forward and ruffled my hair. “I could get used to this. Such a shame to actually have to dismount.” She bounced lightly on my back before standing up.

I got onto my knees and fumbled with the buckles until I was able to take the bit out of my mouth. Alex helped me take the bridle off but I suspect by her smile that it was because she liked standing over me while I was on my knees.

I got up and stretched. Alex dropped to all fours and tossed her head, “let’s go,’ she demanded. I knew she was pushing me to start before I had a chance to really recover from being ridden but with everyone watching I had little choice.

I stepped over her and returned the favour by dropping my weight onto her back. I admit I smiled when I heard a little groan escape her lips. I noticed that I was actually sitting in a spot where her back naturally curved down from her hips before rising gracefully in front of me up to her shoulders. I expected her back to bow under me but instead I could feel the strong muscles tighten and adjust to carrying me.

I caught at her ponytail and looked up at the boy with the watch. He nodded. I raised a hand and gave Alex’s firm butt a good swat. Everyone started yelling as Alex started moving. She started slowly getting a feel for how I was sitting on her back. I tugged on her ponytail and she responded by bouncing her back up and down. I laughed and smacked her butt again. Then I drew her ponytail across pulling her head to the left, gave her thighs a light kick and clucked my tongue to get her moving.

Amazingly Alex obeyed. She moved smoothly under me. I pulled her head the other way and she changed direction without complaint. Maybe she was alot more tired from the days ride than she’d let on and was doing this out of pride rather than to compete. I reined her in then bounced lightly on her back. Alex gasped a few times but didn’t fight back. Someone started counting down from ten. “Time!”

I patted her head, “what a well broken in pony,” I said.

“Can I get up for a moment?” Alex asked. “My top’s really uncomfortable,” she explained.

I stood up and gave her a hand up. Alex stood up and crossed her arms over her waist, hooked her fingers under her tank-top and then very slowly drew the top up her body. As she did her toned stomach was revealed and as her back arched her chest lifted to display a baby-pink, crop-top. Someone whistled and then yelped as they were thumped but I had to admit they were right.

Alex dropped the damp top then smiled at me. Fortunately her petite size meant I could see the smile and admire her athletic figure at the same time. She got down on all fours then looked up at me which meant the little crop-top gave me a wonderful view.

I actually felt a little nervous mounting her this time because now I could see the line and muscles of her back and she looked stunning. I sat down on her hips and slid down and into that lovely curve in her back.

I picked up her ponytail, waited for the nod then gave her a quick tap with my heels. Alex leapt forward, somehow put the brakes on and I felt her knees leave the ground like she was trying to do a handstand. I rode her back down and she spun just like I’d expected her to do. I pulled her head back the other way, and she responded quickly, very quickly. As we turned to the left the momentum unsettled me. Somehow Alex managed to drop her right shoulder and before I knew it I had slipped off her back.

She rose up onto her knees and stretched, “ready to go again?” she asked innocently.

I laughed, got up and walked over to her, “down you go,” I ordered.

“You wish,” she said but quietly so that only I heard.

I straddled her back and ran my hand up her spine to grab her ponytail. “Come on Alex throw his butt,” a girl yelled.

I squeezed her waist with my thighs and we started. She bucked and twisted. Her back pressed up against my backside then dropped away trying to create a moment where my balance would be lost. I rode her hard locking myself into the curve of her back, moving with her and occasionally countering with her hair. Finally she came to a halt. I could feel her sides swelling as she fought for more air and for the first time her strong back sagged under my weight. 

“Twenty seconds,” the boy with the watch yelled.

Alex scrabbled forward at a furious pace. She dropped suddenly to the ground. I had expected it and had already adjusted my weight backwards. I had forgotten her sweat slicked skin though and I slipped forward up onto her shoulders. I sat there thinking ‘well what can she do now.’

The ten second count started.

With a roar she pushed up. The muscles in her back rippling with the effort as she gave this everything. My upper body-weight was too far forward and I toppled over her head still holding her ponytail.

I landed flat on my back looking up into the red but grinning face of my opponent. 

“Beat ya,” she bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I’m not sure which stunned me more. Alex got up and pumped her fists in the air to the cheers of the rest of the kids. 

After all the congratulations she turned back to me, “now don’t you have something you need to tell me?”

“On his knees,” someone called out. Alex pointed at the ground and smiled as I got down on both knees.

“Don’t forget he has to kiss your boots.”

Alex feigned surprise, “you’re right, in all the excitement I’d forgotten. Kiss them slave.” She snapped her fingers.

Muttering under my breath about evil teenage girls with good memories I leant forward and kissed both her boots.

“And now..., say it”

I sighed, “I admit it you’re the best rider.”

“Very good. Now girls.”

Two of the girls brought Alex’s saddle and bridle forward.

“You want me to clean them now?”

“Hmm, yes but I want you to clean them in a different way.”

I felt an uncomfortable twist coming. “How can I clean your saddle in a different way?”

“A good question. Lets start with you on all fours.” She snapped her fingers and pointed again and I reluctantly did as I was told.

As soon as my hands touched the ground Alex’s saddle was dropped onto my back. “How is this going to clean your saddle,” I protested.

“Well your shirt will clean the inside of the saddle so that’s good enough for me. You’ll also be happy to know that Angela has loaned me her girth which considering it’s for a Timor pony means it should work on you but first.” Alex buckled the bridle back around my head and pushed the bit back between my teeth. She tightened the girth as far as it would go, enough to keep her saddle from slipping off. 

Alex bounced into the saddle, slipped her feet into the stirrups and flicked the reins. “Giddy-up pony,” she laughed as we led the group back to camp.

The Hotel part two (By Paladin)

Lyssa moves easily underneath me and her long boots whisper across the carpet. As we reach the entrance to the bedroom I smoothly draw her dark hair back. Her head rises but she tries to press on. Smiling I draw her head around to the right and flick the crop across her upper thigh. With a squeal of fright she turns quickly and comes around to face the bedroom.

I barely need to draw her hair back this time. She comes to a complete stop. I give her enough time for her eyes to adjust to darkened room beyond. “You will carry me obediently and smoothly across the room Pony. Most importantly you will carry me slowly.”

I release her hair and lean forward. I know her eyes are watching the crop held lightly in my other hand. I run the handle down her neck, across her chest and slide the crop down the bodice of her corset. Lyssa trembles the whole time and her nervous fear is as thrilling as her submission.

I place one hand between her shoulder blades, close my eyes and lightly touch her thighs with my heels.

I can sense the darkness around me as we move into the bedroom proper. With each step she takes over the carpet I can feel the play of her back muscles. They ripple, stretch and press the delicate skin of her back against the roughness of my hand. Her hips sway and roll under me and the curve of her spine is pressed against my groin.

Each steady, slow, step sends sparks up and down my spine. In the darkness I’ve never been more aware of Lyssa's body moving underneath mine. Her breathing is soft unlike the pounding in my chest and she seems to carry me so easily that I suddenly wish I could be heavier. So heavy, that I could hear her sob with the effort of every hard fought for movement.

I squeeze her waist with my legs and push myself deeper into her back until she gives a soft moan. I ease off the pressure and calm my breathing.

Lyssa comes to a halt and I can hear her breathing is a little quicker, not from effort I know but from anticipation.

I open my eyes almost reluctantly and take up her hair again. It feels softer than it did before. I reach around and ever so slowly draw the crop free.


Standing I open the door into the hallway that leads down the length of the hotel. On this floor there are only two suites in the front. The rest of the space is occupied with a wide landing for conference guests to gather and an exclusive dining lounge.

The lounge also has another little secret that as yet Lyssa was unaware of.

I mounted Lyssa and gathered her hair.

“How far are you going to ride me Master?”

I reached back and gave her backside a firm slap with the crop. She leapt forward, moving quickly and clearly understanding that I was not going to tolerate her stepping out of her role as my pony-slave.

Another slap and Lyssa reached her fastest stride. I rocked back and forwards, loving the feel of this girl giving her all.

The making of a Pony - Part 3 (By Henry)

She walked along with him, confused in her feelings.  Part of her wanted to run away back home where it was safe and she would be rid of these strange new feelings; while the greater desire was to stay by his side in the hopes that an opportunity to “test the waters” availed itself. 

Within the park were playgrounds for the small children, and as they passed one of the playgrounds some children were giving each other piggy-back rides while a few others were playing “horse” and giving “horsie rides” on all-fours rides with each other.  She studied their activity intently.  For the first time in her adult life she wondered how it might feel if a man, certainly not any man but possibly this man who was with her, were to sit on her back and ride her- with her on her hands and knees.  She flushed with sudden desire and also with embarrassment at the thought.  She could not ask that of this man, the impropriety was too great. Possibly however, she could goad him into permitting her to carry him “piggy-back”, maybe that was within reach.   

“The children seem to be having a lot of fun”, she said, not particularly to him, but as a general statement. 

“They certainly do; As a kid I remember giving and getting piggy back rides too”, he responded. 

Too far of a reach to just offer him a ride flat-out she thought.  “I had a few brothers who thought I was their personal horse and demanded rides all the time”, she said.  There was some truth to that statement she rationalized... it wasn’t a complete fabrication. 

“Just Brothers, no Sisters?”, he asked.

“Just Brothers, and they could be really rough on the only girl in the family.  This girl learned quickly that among a bunch of brothers you couldn’t act like a girl; They were always trying to get the better of me”.

“and how did they succeed?”, he asked… making a mental note that it would REALLY be a bad idea  to try something with this girl that wouldn’t be appreciated.

“Not well at all, I was too strong for them; but I did humor my younger brother with a piggy-back ride now and then” was her reply, skillfully redirecting the conversation back toward where she wanted it to go.

“Being younger, he was probably easy to carry” he responded.

There was her opening she thought, and she seized the moment.  “Not any harder to carry than you would be” she stated as she stopped and looked at him with a devilish smile.

“Is that an offer?” he asked, returning her invitation with his own advance.

 With that she turned, bent slightly at the waist, placed her arms out to catch his legs, and bending her knees she stooped down so he could mount her.  “Get on and we’ll see”, was her reply.

She took his weight easily as she knew she would; he felt lighter than the bags of livestock feed she had routinely carried back home, and he was a far more cooperative burden: with his arms around her shoulders and upper chest and his torso partially lying across her back; his legs resting easily on her forearms.  She thrilled at this opportunity to carry him.  It would be quite a while before she grew tired and she resolved to carry him as long as she could or until he objected. The moments grew to minutes, and the minutes to scores of minutes; still the delight in holding his weight and having him close against her remained unabated.  She reveled at the feeling of him pressing up against her and she loved the feeling of his arms around her.  His voice was now close and soft at her ear, his breath upon her shoulder;  he occasionally drew her hair away and kissed the nape of her neck.  It was too close, too intimate a feeling and she was not prepared for it and she was nearly overwhelmed by it.  If a simple piggy-back carry could do this to her, what might other types of carrying hold in store?

…………..

The children, some giving and some taking rides, had his attention also.  How he longed to ride this beautiful girl beside him… but how to approach the subject?  Certainly not now, possibly later that evening.  Surely he would find a way after several dates and when he did, he longed for her to be receptive to it.

He was a-tune to her initial mention of a piggy-back ride and the innuendo that it inferred.  Piggy-back rides weren’t his forte’, but a chance to have this beautiful girl carry him in such a manner would not be refused, still his intuition told him he was dreaming if he thought such an offer was in the offing; therefore, her offer to carry him caught him totally off guard.  He struggled with the realization of what was being offered, and barely managed his response.  That she would actually offer him this ride and then prepare herself to receive him was incognizable, but there she was, patiently waiting for him to ride her.

He mounted her back with trepidation and gently but firmly placed his arms around her shoulders and upper chest.  She took his legs and lifted him to her back, lightly jostling him a few times until she had adjusted his weight to her liking.

“There’s not much of you is there?” she had stated with a giggle.

“That’s right, pick on the skinny guy, I guess that means you can carry me all the way back to the parking lot?”, He challenged.

“And you think I can’t?”, she responded with her own challenge.

“I never said that, I suspect that if you choose, you probably can”, came his reply.

And with that, they had both set an unspoken goal for her, though the parking lot was quite a distance away.

To say that he enjoyed the ride back would be an understatement.  She moved freely and easily under him, and pressed up against her; he loved the feeling of her body moving under him.  He cherished her voice, her manner, the feel of her, the smell of her, the way she was soft to his touch, the way she carried him along: exuding confidence.  He loved to caress her, hold her, kiss her.  She was getting to him and he willingly surrendered to those  feelings.

The parking lot was finally, and regrettably, attained.  She had carried him for nearly twenty minutes and the task did not appear to be difficult for her.  He was amazed at her strength and he longed to pony ride her.  Though this piggy back ride wasn’t pony riding, it wasn’t that far off; especially when he had such a beautiful, competent girl carrying him.  He thought of the pony rides that, a few moments ago, had seemed so far from a reality and that suddenly, seemed much closer.  If only this had been a pony ride back to the parking lot his bliss would be complete.  He reasoned that, though pony riding this girl was still a far cry from a reality; the prospect of riding her in that way had just loomed much closer.

The Hotel part one (By Paladin)

The soft leather of the deeply sprung chair did little to calm the rapid pounding of adrenalin through my body. I’m fidgeting despite being in the largest most sumptuously appointed hotel room I’ve ever been in. I try to relax and appear casual but even the view of the harbour’s lights through the French doors that lead out onto the balcony can’t distract me. In our second meeting Alyssa and I agreed to bring a surprise for each other. Alyssa had promised me mine first.

The hotel suite is divided into a separate lounge, bedroom and kitchen area. From where I’m sitting the doors leading into the bedroom are like a theatre wings. They frame the darkness beyond.

A velvet-gloved hand reaches out of the darkness and the lights around me lower. A shiver of excitement nearly takes me out of my seat. The hand gestures again and Patti Smith’s soft sensual tones drift through the softly lit room.

“Take me now baby here as I am

Pull me close, try and understand

Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe

Love is a banquet on which we feed”

My mouth is dry as a shadow dances slow and drifts like smoke through the darkened room. Slow and teasing the shadow moves towards me. The beat rises and my pulse moves with it.

“Come on now try and understand

The way I feel when I'm in your hands

Take my hand come undercover

They can't hurt you now,

Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now”

The soft lights pick up the gleam of silver thread against royal blue material. My heart lurches as I realize Lyssa is wearing a fluted corset that accentuates her hourglass figure. Tall boots reach up over her knees and around her throat a silver bead drips from a velvet choker. Her dark hair is loose and flows wild as night over her bare shoulders. Wisps draw my eyes over her deep cleavage.

“Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us”

She has a wicked smile and there’s a light in her eyes that spells pure trouble. Lyssa sways, her hands pressed against her thighs. “Well?” she murmurs.

“It’s…,’ I don’t have the words and she knows it.

Alyssa turns away and I notice her choice of lingerie clings tightly to all her curves. She looks back over her shoulder at me and that wicked smile reappears. “If you want to ride me you are going to have to catch me!”

I’m frozen long enough for her to slip into the darkness of the bedroom. The hunt is on.

I move quietly after her and pause. I can hear her breathing sharp and fast, clearly she’s as excited as I am. We both move, circling closer towards each other. Somewhere in the room she bumps into a piece of furniture and giggles. For all her playfulness Alyssa isn’t planning to submit easily though. This is a challenge and if she can she intends to win.

I sense her close and turn catching her tight in my arms. For a moment we’re pressed close, then we’re tumbling to the floor.

Lyssa is strong and determined and in the dark her quickness is an advantage. As we roll across the deep carpet I find myself flat on my back with her lying across me. She pushes forward and delicate, soft skin swells against my face. She has a wicked chuckle to match her smile.

I brace one leg and throw myself over and on top of her. Lyssa squeals in dismay and for a moment her arms remain locked around the back of my neck. As much as I enjoy being buried in her ample charms I want to win. I catch her elbows and push her arms forward and down to the carpet. She struggles but the weight of my upper body pressing down keeps her arms firmly pinned as I straddle her.

As I sit up on her stomach I can feel the firmness of her muscles and the ribbing of the corset beneath me. Lyssa bucks but I balance too well for that. She tries several more times then collapses. We haven’t spoken since the hunt began.

I run my hands up the sides of her body, over her breasts, along her arms to pin her wrists again. Then slowly I slide up her stomach, enjoying her rapid breathing. I pause, sitting on her lower ribs and Lyssa wriggles beneath me. If she thinks I’m done with her she’s mistaken. I move forward on to her breasts. My shins pin her arms down now.

Lyssa moans as my weight bears down.

I let her wrists go and straighten. She bucks without warning. Straining upwards, twisting and nearly unseating me, nearly.

When her fight subsides again I slide forward until her chin is pressed against my groin and my thighs frame her face.

“Submit,” I whisper.

In response her legs whip up, intending to cross my chest and fling me backwards. Unfortunately the stiffness of the corset defeats her and I’m able to grab her legs and lean forward, folding her up.

Lyssa growls and I feel her legs tense but she’s trapped.

“Submit.” I let her legs go and they drop to the floor.

Lyssa groans and the motion of her jaw against my groin is very distracting. “What will you do to me if I submit?” She sounds so innocent and uncertain.

“If you submit you get your surprise,’ I tease her and I can imagine her pouting.

She huffs, “I submit master, now can I have my surprise?”

I stand up and draw her to her feet. I can tell she’s surprised even without seeing her expression. I lead her quietly into the other room. Near the French doors I’ve placed a well-padded leather ottoman.

“Sit down.”

Lyssa looked suspiciously at the ottoman, then she nods thinking she understands. She sits, “would you like me to lie down master? Maybe you’d like me to lie down on my front?”

She turns and lies over the ottoman. Her knees rest comfortably on the carpet, her hands reach the carpet easily as well.

Smiling I straddle her back and run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms.

“That’s nice master,” Lyssa sighs.

Reaching beneath the seat I take a tie from a bathrobe and loop it around one wrist, then around the leg of the seat. I do the same to the other hand.

Without saying a word I reverse my position and run my hands across her backside and down each thigh. Alyssa giggles and wriggles under me. I tie each of her legs as I did for her wrists.

I dismount and walk over to the chair where I had so impatiently waited. Lyssa tried to watch my reflection but I kept my back to her as I took my surprise out of its hiding place. I kept it hidden as I walked back over to her and remount her back.

The reflection in the French doors is marvelous. I catch her hair and pull her head up sharply. “Who’s your master?”

“You are my master,” she gasps.

I move my other hand quickly and a whirr fills the air. Lyssa goes very still. I flick my wrist and this time the passage of my surprise clips the side of the ottoman. Lyssa flinches from the sound. Her back rises under me but the ties pull her straight back down.

She gasps as I allow the soft nubuck leather of my riding crop to trail teasingly across her back.

I run the crop over her backside, “and what are you?”

I can feel her tremble as the crop trickles down her arms. “I’m your pony slave master.”

“Are you slave?” Before she can answer I slap the crop against the side of the ottoman. Lyssa jumps, actually moving the ottoman a fraction. She remains firmly tied though.

Reaching back I give her backside the lightest of slaps with the crop. It’s more of a noise than any impact but Lyssa's reaction is instant. She bucks and twists throwing herself against me. It’s incredible feeling all her power helpless beneath me.

When she calms I dismount and untie her. Alyssa moves off the ottoman but even without me telling her she remains on all fours. I place the crop under her chin and very gently raise her eyes to mine. “Do you like my surprise pony?”

She can’t conceal the shiver that ripples through her body.

I remount her and let my full weight sink into her back. I can feel the slight tension in her and it’s thrilling. The crop is something new. I know she trusts me not to hurt her with it but she also knows I will use it to dominate her with.

I gather her hair in one hand and tap her thighs with my heels.