April had clearly enjoyed teasing me and then denying me the pleasure of an orgasm. I was in no fit state to resist her, and part of me guessed that it was a technique to make me biddable.
She led me through the barn, past the stalls to the far end where a contraption a little like a vaulting horse stood. It consisted of a padded top that looked like it was suspended between four upright posts.
Slapping my bottom, she had me bend over it. The padded top pressed into my abdomen and just up to below my breasts, which swayed slightly as I found that the top rocked forward a little. By being suspended from the uprights, it could rock back and forth with only a little pressure.
Quickly she pulled a strap over my back, under my bound hands, and buckled it tight to hold me bent over.
Then she went to a long table in front of me. I could see that it was covered in all manner of pony tack. She walked its length and turned on her heel and walked back along it. I watched as she picked up a new bit and bridle.
“No!” I cried when she brought it to my face.
“Be quiet!” She slapped my face suddenly with tremendous force. “I warned you. Now it’s this bit or the punishment gag, open up.” I’d clamped my mouth firmly shut after I’d screamed to prevent her using the bit. Now though I remembered the horrendous looking punishment gag and my resolve wavered.
April took a firm hold of my jaw and once more ordered me to open my mouth. I had been, fooled I supposed is the right word for it, the first time I’d allowed myself to be gagged with a bit. I had no intention of doing so a second time. However, April’s grip was strong but she didn’t force my mouth open. Our eyes locked for a moment and I saw steel in her eyes. She was set with a purpose and would not be denied. I looked away first.
She released her grip and I thought for a second that I had won, only to be rudely disabused of that fact by the painful smack on my bottom.
“I will continue to spank you until you open your mouth and take the bit. I don’t care how long it takes, but you will take the bit. In fact I think you need a good long spanking to teach you that disobedience is not acceptable, so please do be stubborn. In the end I’ll get my way but in the meantime I’ll enjoy spanking this lovely bum.”
I wanted to tell her that she was wrong, but I’d have to open my mouth.
Smack! Her hand struck my bottom. The sharp sting was painful, but I felt I could take it. However as the smacks continued the pain began to intensify. I’d never been spanked as a child so this was the first time that I’d experienced anything like this. I couldn’t believe how the pain of her smacks grew with each strike.
My legs flailed behind me but to no avail. I tried to stop her with my bound hands, but she easily avoided them. With each smack I rocked back and forth on the padded top. She spanked me in time with each swing back, pushing me forward for another cycle.
“Enjoying it are you? Your arse is becoming a beautiful rosy pink,” she taunted me. “Soon it’ll be flaming red, just like that randy cunt of yours.”
She was right, my pussy was still on fire from her previous masturbation. I could feel the wetness on my thighs, and despite her spanking the throbbing in my crotch continued. I knew that I was still intensely aroused and that if anything the spanking was contributing to it. I was a little frightened to discover that being helpless and being spanked was turning me on.
The pain though was something else. I soon knew that I couldn’t hold on, that April would defeat me, that she was right – in the end she would get her way. I signalled my defeat by opening my mouth.
“Good girl, good girl,” April immediately stopped the spanking and gave me a soothing stroke along my back.
I think I was sobbing softly when she placed the bit in my mouth and began to buckle the bridle around my head, once more forming a pony tail out of my long honey hair.
“There, that’s not so bad after all is it. You’ll soon learn that life is so much easier if you just do what you are told.”
Now that I was gagged once more, she continued with my bindings. My wrists were unclipped and first the right and then the left were fastened to the front uprights, low down. April then took hold of my right leg and bent it up and over the rear upright. It hurt a bit as she strained my muscles to force my leg into position. It ended up with my foot pressed against the front of the upright with my leg bent. She fastened a strap around my ankle and to the pillar.
She repeated the process with my left leg, effectively spreading my thighs wide apart and exposing my pussy completely. From my position I felt like I must look a bit a frog, legs bent and ready to leap forward. I found if I pushed against the pillars I rocked forward on this strange device; relax and I rocked backward. I could pull with my arms as well to get the same effect.
It was a deeply humiliating position.
April turned to the table and returned with two thin leather straps and these she clipped to the rings at each end of the bit. Finally she laid them across my bare back.
“Such a good filly. I think you’re ready now,” she patted my sore bottom, and as if to demonstrate how open and vulnerable I was she slid her fingers down onto my sopping wet pussy. “Yes, definitely ready,” she laughed. She tapped my exposed clitoris a couple of times and then circled it – round and round - bringing me back to the boil.
“I have to go now, enjoy yourself.”
Once again April left me frustrated.