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covering the front of her shirt. She had hit the ground hard
enough to knock the wind out of her. Dirt and dust filled the inside of her
shirt, the front of her tight white breeches and inside of her bra.
    The pony looked
at her with grim satisfaction, turned, and trotted back to the entry gate at
the far end of the ring. Several grooms came running over to Winnie, helping
her stand. Another hustled over to the standing pony, seized the dropped reins
and led the reluctant creature back towards the center of the ring.
    “Do you want to
remount?” a worried groom said to Winnie, helping her get her clothes back in
order and checking for any cuts or bruises.
    “No!” was
Winnie’s emphatic answer as she shook her shirt front and pulled the tails out
of her breeches. Clumps of dirt and dust emptied out of her shirt and rained
down on her breeches and boots. “But that pony is going to get it.”
    Winnie limped
over to the pony, took the reins from the groom and, holding the side of the
pony’s leather halter tightly in her left hand, began to flog the beast with
her long, thin riding crop. The pony reared back, steel front hooves flailing.
Winnie ducked the flying booted feet and swung her crop at the pony’s now fully
exposed belly and chest.
    “I’ll teach you
to throw me!” Winnie hissed through clenched teeth. She swung the crop harder
and flailed the pony’s leather-clad breasts and bare belly. The pony fell,
rolling over onto its back and all four feet beat the air. Winnie’s crop sought
and found the exposed center crotch, raining blow after blow down onto the
pony’s hairless cunt. The pony whined and screamed through its massive gag bit,
rolling about on the dirt floor and sending up clouds of dust as it tried to
escape the blows.
    A ring of
curious and frightened grooms assembled around the pair and watched as rider
and mount engaged in a one-sided beating. The pony, whose real name had been
Tina Martin, was a large, muscular girl with wide hips and a tight belly. She
was strong and hearty enough to carry more weight than Winnie. But in the 14
months she had been at the school, she had not adapted well to jumping in the
ring. Her breasts had been a problem and the Head, after studying the girl’s
training progress, her physical reports and general health, ordered that she be
fully jumper-trained and have her size 40 DD breasts reduced to a more
manageable dimension. Because initially the school had not known exactly what
Tina would be good at, she underwent a variety of training before the jumper
designation was selected for her. One consideration was always that her tits
were prohibitively large. To function as an effective jumper, a pony couldn’t
have these eight pounds of fat flopping about below while trying to clear a
jump. So, eventually, the decision was made, surgery was scheduled and, among
other things, several pounds of mammary tissue were removed, the nipples
repositioned and the overall body appearance rebalanced to give Tina a more
appealing look as a career jumper. Now she was being flogged dearly by this
bitch who rode, (as far as she was concerned), abominably and used too much
rein and not enough leg. Tina’s exposed crotch took most of the crop blows and
she rolled completely over onto her belly and lay there as Winnie switched to
beating her stout ass. Finally, the ring Mistress intervened, sent Winnie to
the showers and the pony to the wash stall. Notes were made in both records and
appropriate measures would follow concerning this gross violation of school
decorum.

Chapter Eight
    Boswick’s Satisfaction

 
 
    To say that she
was experiencing multiple orgasms would have been, to use the cliché, a gross
understatement. Dori’s riding clothes were soaked. Sweat ran from every pore,
dripping down her body, pooling in the leather riding boots and spattering onto
the concrete cellar floor. Samson shook, rattled, jumped, bucked and rolled
endlessly. His pace was varied. At times