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Chapter 3 - Charles and the tack shop
This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/
Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.
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Chapter 3
Charles and the tack shop
'Hello again' a tall, distinguished looking man said as he held out his
hand to Peter.
Lucinda broke her reverie.
The man was tall and obviously very fit. He seemed to be in his mid-
forties and had neatly groomed ginger brown hair that looked almost
orange. A blonder moustache made him look a bit like a World War II
flying ace.
He was wearing a tweed suit complete with a mustard yellow waistcoat and
Hunter chain. Lucinda imagined him more at home in a Barbour on a farm
overseeing the season's labours than in a cellar below St. Pancras
Station. He turned to her and almost clicked his heels as he gave a
slight bow.
'And a special welcome to you my dear, Charles Hamilton-Pearce. I'm the
Club President. It's always gratifying to see a new face here,
especially one so pretty'.
Lucinda shook his hand and used her 'sweet' smile again. She was
certainly not his 'dear' and he increased her annoyance as she felt him
appraise her from head to foot. She restrained her grin for fear that he
might decide to check her teeth and fetlocks.
'Hello. And thank you for letting me visit' she said as she idly
wondered whether there was any entrance fee to pay or if it was one of
those 'guys pay, chicks free' clubs like the crummier discos. The
arrangements for the evening had just gelled alarmingly well considering
she had only decided to visit on the Wednesday.
'It is quite... er... unusual' she added, looking around.
He beamed, still holding her hand tightly.
'Yes my dear. Unique we think, certainly in Britain anyway. We are a
very select group and take a great deal of pride in the quality of our
events. Tonight we are giving a demonstration as a prelude to the
Berkshire Trials, an especially important event in the calendar. I don't
think you will be disappointed'
She extracted her hand.
'From what I've heard so far I suspect it will be fascinating.'
He nodded,
'I understand this is your first introduction to Ponies?'
'Yes, indeed' she replied.
He turned and waved at a group of tables at the far end of the room.
'We have a small display area at the back which may help you understand
a little more about what goes on. Sadly lack of space here means our
vendors can only display a small part of their stock, but you can always
order anything as most items are... er... bespoke. I suggest you go and have
look at some of the wares.'
'Yes, we'd like that, wouldn't we... dear' she glanced at Peter who
frowned slightly then nodded.
Charles smiled at them both,
'You may even be tempted to buy something to try yourselves?'
Lucinda reddened a little and, noticing her lover grinning from ear to
ear, banged her ankle as she attempted to kick him under the table.
'Well, we'll see' she grimaced.
'Excellent!' their host leaned over and said conspiratorially,
'I've reserved two seats in the Owners' enclosure for you'
Lucinda looked at Peter quizzically. Again this was too convenient. He
merely shrugged.
'Right beside me, so I can help answer any questions you have' Charles
added.
'Lovely.' She smiled, 'That's very generous of you'
'Not at all my dear', she was certain he even stressed the 'dear' that
time, 'I'm sure the Ponies will perform even better in front of such a
charming guest'
She felt nauseous and moved to stand before she deposited the pasta of
earlier into the empty coffee cup.
'I think we should do the shops love?' she said and shook Charles's hand
again. 'Nice to meet you, we'll see you later'
Peter also took his hand and, as she picked up her bag and started to
walk off, she sensed a level of understanding between them that she was
not privy to.
'Pah! Boys together' she thought. It reminded her of the Point-To-Point
events she had been dragged along to in her youth where the 'gals' were
expected to look pretty and hold polite discourse as the men got pissed
in the beer tent and blew all their money. She vowed to wind her lover
up about this later and grinned, she might even buy him a ghastly yellow
waistcoat to go with his jeans.
As they left the refreshment area, Lucinda glanced back at their
intriguing waitress and only managed to catch a glimpse of her frilly
cap as her head bobbed in front of a Maitre d' who stood behind the
serving counter.
Lucinda experienced a brief pang of anxiety regarding the froth on their
recently drunk cappuccinos. Then, with a shake of her head, dismissed
the thought and joined Peter.
The 'shops' turned out to be three long trestle tables separated by a
small gap and arranged along the end wall.
Despite the size, the way the comprehensive array of products made by
the stall holders was arranged in the tables and hung from the wall made
it look like a cross between a village craft fair and the back pages of
the Sunday tabloids.
'Ye Olde Sexxe Shoppe' Lucinda thought as she approached, half expecting
to meet some genial local trader who also ran the village grocery.
'Maybe that's where they got the name Mr. Whippy' she giggled to herself
She regained her composure.
'I get the impression you didn't like Charlie boy?' asked Peter as he
caught up with her.
'Euchh! He's so slimy' she said, 'like having warm syrup poured down my
back'
'Oh. Maybe that's just the way he comes over at first meeting, but he's
considered to be the top Trainer and also owns many Ponies.'
'Owns?' she asked.
Peter nodded.
'Yes, sort of. He has a large stud farm in Suffolk, rich too I think,
he's Baron...ette something of somewhere or other. Is that a small royal?'
Lucinda laughed at her American companion.
'Baronets are hardly 'royal', all you needed to do was slaughter a few
of Queen Victoria's pre-colonial natives, rape the women and send
missionaries to their country then you were rewarded with a Baronetcy!
Their heirs inherit the title.'
Peter looked glum. She kissed him.
'I'd much rather wrap my legs around an ex-colonial to get my rewards'
she grinned.
He laughed.
'I know. Then capture their hearts instead'
'Aw' she said as she hugged him tight.
'Anyway. I gather he has lots of Ponies, both boy and girl Ponies and
grooms who actually live in stables at the farm. They are made to do
work like real animals, pulling carts etcetera. I think our 'waitress'
is even one of the stable girls'
Lucinda felt a little thrill go through her at the thought of an entire
community acting out this fantasy then shuddered at the thought of Slimy
Charlie getting his hands on her.
'I still don't fancy him' she said moving to the first table.
A range of harnesses, bits, blinkers and other leather paraphernalia was
neatly displayed on a green baize cloth. At the end, just before some
vicious looking canes and crops, was a set of long tails with lumpy
flared handles. She picked one up and flicked the, real she noticed,
horsehair at Peter.
'Hmmm, that wouldn't hurt much'
He laughed.
'They're butt plugs! You silly thing'
Lucinda dropped it onto the table with a crash.
'Ugh! I hope they don't offer a try before you buy policy' she said as
she rubbed the palms of her hands on Peter 's chest.
'Oh, thanks very much' he said, 'I don't think so, somehow'
Lucinda inspected them further. They were between four and seven inches
long and tended to flare out to about a quarter of that in diameter
before tapering back to a slender cylinder which formed the shaft of a
T-shaped bar. It was now clear how they worked and she felt her
sphincter involuntarily tighten as she inspected the larger sizes.
'They look very painful' she commented.
'Not if you take it slowly and use lots of lube' he said gazing at her
in a strange way.
'What?' she asked looking up, 'Oh, Oh! No, no way!'
Peter took her wrists and held her. He continued to stare in that
strange, almost feral yet loving way.
'My darling, you don't know how much pleasure it would give me to see
you wear one. It's something I've dreamed of since the day I first saw
you.'
She looked startled.
'Really? Hmmm, it's not the first thing I'd have hoped you'd have
thought about me. Cor, she's lovely. I wonder what she'd look like with
a lump of plastic up her ass?'
Peter sighed and then smiled as she half-turned and wiggled her rear at
him.
'You silly love' he laughed, 'No, you know I didn't think that. It's
just that it's one of my most intense fantasies to take you from the
rear with a butt plug in you'
She'd not made love with him behind her and she felt herself thrill at
the thought of it. Her breasts gave her the longest and sexiest climax
when caressed, a couple of times without even needing to stimulate her
below. She felt her nipples harden at the thought how much attention
they could get from his powerful hands in that position. She was not too
sure about the tail however.
She gazed into his eyes, filled with love and lust, and, after a
moment's consideration said,
'All right lover boy, you shall get your wish'
His draw dropped open.
'What?' he beamed, 'Seriously?'
She giggled it was obvious it would make his week,
'Yes of course. I'd like to try it. Honestly.'
She giggled and bent forwards over the table and glanced around her as
she gave the back of her skirt a little flick.
'Do we have time?' she asked in a husky voice.
His eyes positively twinkled. Sadly, Charles Hamilton-Pearce who marched
up and put a proprietorial hand on their shoulders interrupted their
repartee.
'My dears, the Event is about to start, you need to be seated'
Peter frowned.
'Damn, just as we decide to er, buy something' he winked at Lucinda.
Charles looked at him and said.
'Excellent. That's no trouble. I'll escort your lovely partner to her
seat if I may while you complete your dealings here. You already know
the basics. You can join us when you are done here'
He added, smiling at Lucinda,
'Besides, it will give me a chance to get to know your lovely companion
better, won't it my dear?'
Peter nodded and beckoned over the stallholder who had remained
discreetly at a distance.
Charles crooked his arm for Lucinda who glanced at Peter before slipping
her arm through.
'Don't be long, love. Please' she implored as she was led to the
curtained door in the side wall.
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