The training was getting harder. She had to move faster and she had to jump. But the worst thing was, that she was not punished with the crop today. Her master used a bullwhip instead and that thing really hurt.

Before, most of the time she got the whip, she was yelling "ouch" or "ahh". That was no longer allowed - she had to neigh in any kind of conversation. At the end of the lesson, she was performing better. A loud whinnying could be heard whenever she was hit by the bullwhip.

Since she had not been talking in any words for a whole week, she recognised that she was doing pretty good in this new way of communication. She developed different neighs for different needs. It worked, that was amazing.

She also got used to her new name. Sometimes another pony was brought to the stable right beside her. Cunt could see how excellent that pony was moving, very elegantly. How long would this education go on?

Suddenly she heard her master: "Listen Cunt, there will be no weekend for you, the training will continue. You were lucky so far that you could move nearly freely because I´ve only fixed your arms to the training machine. But arms are always a kind of problem in pony training, I will explain it to you tomorrow. You will learn a new feeling, that will prepare you slowly for the snaffle bit. Enough for today. Move over to the corner. I will clean your sweat with the tube. You also get something for your whipping marks. MOVE!"

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Thwack!

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