(Existing Thorn Drawing of a freckle faced red haired young woman dressed in hoof boots, harness, gooseflesh and whip welts, running down a lane, pulling a pony cart full of her Master, as he helpfully slices yet another welt into her bare rump.)

(We see the woman pulling her Master into a mansion's yard, in which several workmen are building a stone gazebo.)

Landlord of county, both rich and bent
Driving the circuit, His yearly rent
Helpless hot harlot so nearly spent
Pony girl punished, county of Kent

(We see the girl standing helpless in harness and hobbles as the landlord is taken inside to be given his money. As the two men go inside, workmen are beginning to gather around, not touching the pony girl, but obviously very interested.)

Dooryard arrival, pull of the reins
Harnessed and hurting, my bottom pains
Naked and freezing, standing in lanes
Passion sweat drying, hobble detains

(In the top half of the page we see the landlord's hands dropping several large gold coins into a small strongbox containing a whole lot more of the yellow metal. In the bottom half, the woman is being driven out of the mansion's dooryard. Behind her the workmen all have woodies tenting the fronts of their trousers.)

Business completed, the clink of gold
Flintheart the miser, story so old
Pony-cart pulling, brassy and bold
Indentured servant, to slavery sold

(Now our pony girl is serving her Master in another way. Tethered beneath the dome of a willow tree, she is being lifted from her feet as he fucks her from the rear.)

Three miles at canter, can run no more
Stump broken pony, my other chore
Hitched to a willow, the further shore
Hot hard and filling, hobbled and sore

(Close-up rear view of the running woman. We can see how her pussy is in full bloom now, dripping with his frothy cum. The switch is caught in the act of laying yet another welt onto the woman's already plaid bottom.)

Passion-stop over, back on the road
Pussydrip blushing, pulling my load
Switch whistle impact, my needed goad
Flintheart my Master, the dirty toad

(In a stand of trees a masked, mounted highwayman gets the drop on the landlord, leveling a pair of horse-pistols at the man's head. In a small inset we see the landlord's hand grip the shotgun on the seat next to him. In the bottom corner we see a close-up of a huge pistol ball exiting the back of the landlord's head.)

"Stand and deliver," masked man waiting
Pistols at ready, the gold baiting
Skinflint unwisely, robbers hating
Goes for his shotgun, sealed fating

(In the top half we see the naked, helpless young woman bolting into the underbrush, dragging her dead master after her. There is a yellow stain spreading down the insides of her thighs. The horseman is wheeling his mount, trying to cut her off. In an inset we see the handsome, roughish, unmasked face of the highwayman with a thought balloon of a pair of feet doing the hemp fandango.)

Bolting for cover, still in my rigs
Panic pee staining, scratching the twigs
"Whoa there young pony, its me John Biggs!"
"Off to Virginia, the hempen jigs"

(We see our two subjects sailing off toward the sunset, their rich clothing marking them as persons of quality.)

Sailing from Norfolk, going first class
Lord and his lady, my burning ass
Skinflint the miser, dead under grass
Pony well hidden, trying to pass