At that moment, Lord Thayer slid his cock between the plump buttocks of the wench he'd recently acquired. She was a ripe fruit he'd been patiently hungering for since her capture in the remote village on the borders of Lord Malcolm's lands. Now, his patience was, at last, being rewarded.

Chloe had been somewhat impertinent when he'd first begun her training. He had enjoyed applying his riding crop to her lovely rear as much she had enjoyed receiving it, once she'd accepted the rigors of her training.

Beneath the strap of his riding crop, Chloe's stubbornness softened to a willingness to please him with her body in any way he desired. He had not broken her spirit, merely put that spirit to good use. And he had not disciplined her more than her body could take. Thayer did not abuse his beloved mares, nor did he allow his men to be harsh with them.

Chloe was a long-legged, lusty wench who offered him delightful possibilities with her lush body. Her breasts were larger than her preferred in his usual taste for small, high-breasted women, but her spirit and her erotically charged nature more than made up for that tiny flaw. As part of her training, Phillipe, Thayer's personal care-taker of his private stables, along with his select group of stable hands, used their perfected methods and ministrations to keep Chloe sexually aroused for him throughout the last weeks, until he felt she was ready to be mounted.

Earlier in the day, Lord Thayer had ordered her brought to his private courtyard. Phillipe ushered her there himself and Thayer was pleased with her trimming out with which Phillipe had taken such pain-staking care. Her dark hair was pulled high atop her head so that it cascaded in beautiful thick ringlets down her back. Her slim throat was encased in a thick, leather collar with several different leather straps trailing from it, the ends attached to various points of her body with tiny silver clamps. One pair of clamps was affixed to her erect nipples. Another strip of leather fell across her belly and was attached to the thick nub of her clitoris, which had been a prize to discover upon first inspection.

Thayer remembered the afternoon Phillipe had called to him excitedly from the doorway of the stable, gesturing for him to follow him inside. Chloe had been bent backwards over the padded beam, the usual procedure for inspection, her legs splayed widely apart, her ankles cuffed to iron rings in the floor. Phillipe proudly peeled back her pubic lips to show off the treasure he'd found there. Thayer touched it gingerly with the tip of his finger, delighting in the shiver of arousal that had coursed through the mare. He knew Phillipe believed that thick nether lips and a prominent clitoris on a mare denoted a prime thoroughbred.

Now, here in the courtyard, Chloe's ample breasts were encased in a harness that had been specially made for her, to accommodate those beautiful, large breasts. It was a leather vest, with two openings in the front from which protruded the heavy white globes, the large nipples adorned with the little silver clamps. It buckled in the back and the vest was unnaturally stiff to hold her breasts firm and high. Tightly encased as they were, her tits were almost immobile, barely moving as she breathed.

Her pubic hair had been completely removed, including all the soft hair between her buttocks. A jeweled belly-chain cinched her hips, holding in place a stubby, dark "pony tail" that bounced saucily against her backside as she trotted toward him across the grass. His eyes traveled down the long length of leg, observed her feet shod in high-heeled boots, cuffed at the ankles with tiny silver bells attached to the toes.

As she neared the center of the courtyard, Lord Thayer ordered her to halt. Damien, his young page, stood at attention a few feet away, ready to wait upon his master should he need anything. Lord Thayer, himself, was dressed simply, in black braies and snow-white, full-sleeved blouson which he'd left unbuttoned to the waist, a swatch of black chest hair visible between the parted material. The white of his shirt contrasted handsomely with his darkly tanned visage, and his hair, curled enticingly at the nape of his neck, glinted blue-black in the sunlight.

Thayer circled her slowly, arms crossed over his chest. She was nervous, he observed, but excited, aroused. This would be her first mounting by her master. Chloe was curious as to what was expected of her. He circled back around to face her, smiled down at her, showing even, white teeth.

"No reason to be afraid, my Chloe. You're turned out beautifully. Phillipe has worked wonders with you. And you have taken to your training well, especially once we rid you of that stubborn streak, but we must alleviate your nervousness." He turned to his page. "Damien, my riding crop."

The lad hurried to retrieve the small, leather quirt and once Thayer held it in his hand, he circled her again, caressing her skin with the strap that would bring her so much pleasure. His "little discipline" he called it. Chloe wriggled with restless anticipation in her harness. Thayer smiled once more. She was anxious for the feel of it, he was pleased to see, but he would not let her feel its sting just yet. It was enough for her to know that he would use it on her at any given moment.

The tip of the lash stroked down her spine, prodded delicately between the trembling cheeks of her buttocks. "Raise your arms, Chloe." Thayer instructed. "Stretch them high."

Instantly, she obeyed, though the harness made it difficult. He let the leather strap tease her soft underarm, trailing it down the curve of her breast, down her side, to her slim hip. He repeated his play on her other side, before allowing the riding crop to trail between her breasts, over her flat belly, its tip nudging at the clamp decorating her swollen clitoris. He raised the quirt to let the tip of it tap at each of the clamps affixed to her nipples. "Are the clamps pinching you right and proper, Chloe?" Thayer asked pleasantly. "Are you breasts laced nice and tight? You can shake your head in answer. And I want a good head nod from you. Make that dark mane of yours dance."

Chloe complied, nodding her head vigorously, her dark, burnished curls bouncing with eagerness.

"Very nice. Now, let's get rid of some that nervousness in you. I want you good and ready to be mounted. Let's start you off with a fast trot around the yard. And when I say fast, I mean for you to march at a brisk pace, your knees high, planting those pretty booted feet of yours firmly on the ground. I know your breasts are laced tight, but you are going to make them bounce for me, aren't you?"

Again, Chloe nodded, her breath coming fast and hard, restricted by the confining laces.

"Good!" he praised her enthusiasm. "But be warned, any show of rebelliousness and I will tie you to the whipping post." He placed the handle of the riding crop beneath her chin, raising her eyes to the wooden post planted in the center of the courtyard with its hooks and braces, iron rings and leather cords dangling ominously from it.

Without warning, he sent her off with a sharp swat of his hand applied to her rear, the elegant jump-start she gave pleasing him immensely. Chloe marched as directed, with her knees high, bringing her small, booted feet down hard on the soft grass in an effort to make her full breasts, rigid in the harness-vest, to bounce, but the restrictiveness of the harnessing did not allow for even the slightest movement.

Thayer watched in frowning consternation as she neared him. "Not good enough, Chloe!" The riding crop lashed out and struck her backside as she passed him, but she maintained her composure, as she had been taught to do. "When I said bounce those breasts, I mean bounce! Not sag in their harness! Now march!" And the whip caught her again.

Chloe pranced about the yard, struggling to be graceful, but it was difficult to remain dignified under his lordship's harsh countenance. The stiff leather vest held her breasts firmly in place. Chloe knew that she was among Lord Thayer's favored mares and that he held a penchant for her. She would not have been placed in his private stables so soon after her capture otherwise. But her large, full breasts were a constant trial to her, a flaw his lordship was hard-pressed to let her forget. Which was why he enjoyed tormenting them so. She knew he had ordered Phillipe to lace her tightly within the harness just so that he could enjoy the anguish she would suffer in trying to please him.

Lord Thayer marched her around the courtyard, smacking her with the whip as it suited him. Her mane of dark curls swayed against her back, the short, bushy pony tail jutting from her rear, teasing her buttocks. The thick leather collar about her throat held her head proudly high, the clamps pinching her nipples and between her thighs, priming her for the mounting to come.

However, Lord Thayer continued to be unhappy with her performance. She felt an inherent desperation rise within her to please him. . . . . .to please him at all costs. If she failed him, he could very well send her to the paddocks to reside with the more common mares, where she would be forced to compete for his lordship's attention and where she could and would be bought and sold and traded among the noblemen of the land who frequented Lord Thayer's stables.

She continued to trot about the yard, the sting of the lash coming more frequently as Lord Thayer's disappointment in her grew.

"Stretch those legs wide!" he ordered furiously. "Wider! Throw your shoulders back! Now, bounce those breasts of yours!"

The smack of leather against her bare flesh caught her again and Chloe sailed around the courtyard almost at a run. Then, suddenly, she felt herself go all soft and loose inside the harness. She was the mare running free in the field, the stallion watching with limpid, interested eyes, determining whether she was worthy to be mounted by him. Her legs stretched wider as she ran, the sex between her legs growing heavy with the caress of the sun, the wind, and her master's hardened gaze. Her naturally full breasts, with their erect nipples, trapped within the confines of the leather harness, all at once felt soft and light and loose as they began to jiggle and sway, then. . . . . .bouncing vigorously! Chole gloried in the feeling, the full globes bobbing and swaying as she made her way around the courtyard, nearing Lord Thayer once more.

"Beautiful!" she heard his lordship exclaim. "Exquisite! Keep at a fast run, Chloe! I'll tell you when to stop." He called over his shoulder to his young page. "She's a lovely sight, isn't she, Damien?"

"She is that!" Damien agreed with his lordship.

Thayer let her run another round of the courtyard, then apparently satisfied with her performance, he ordered her to halt. Both he and Damien approached her. She was breathing hard, more from exhilaration and pleasure that she had pleased Lord Thayer, than from the rigorous exercise around the yard.

"Very nicely done." Thayer commented as Damien squatted behind her to examine her buttocks. "How does she look, Damien?"

"A very nice pattern of stripes, yer lordship." Damien replied. "No broken skin."

"Throw a bucket of water on her backside to take some of the sting away. Then give her a lap or two of water. My little mare has worked up a thirst."

As Damien ambled off, Thayer returned his attention to Chloe. "Very lovely, indeed." His warm, dark eyes appraised her. "I think I'm going to enjoy mounting you, my little Chloe." He drew close to her, drew her into his arms, pressing her intimately against his body, one hand wrapping in her dark mane of hair and pulling her head back so that she was forced to look up at him.

He stared silently down into her eyes for single moment, then took her lips as he ground his pelvis against her sex, letting her feel the bulge that was ready and waiting for her. His hard mouth forced her lips open, his tongue invading her, snaking deep within, claiming his possession of her. Chloe accepted his kiss as his by right. Then, he released her as Damien returned. He stepped back, arms folded casually over his chest, considering her with his shrewd gaze. "But I think another lesson is needed." He stated aloud.

Damien set the bucket down in the grass behind Chloe, and scooping up a dipperful, splashed the icy cold water on her rear, making her gasp and shiver. The cold water felt soothing, cooling the welts that criss-crossed her buttocks.

"Make sure she gets plenty of water to drink, Damien. "I'm going to work her again." Thayer informed the page.

"Yes, m'lord." Damien answered. With the bucket, he came to stand in front of her and dipping his hands into the water, cupped them before her mouth.

"You will lap all of it from Damien's hands," Thayer ordered. "with your tongue."

Almost shyly, the tip of Chloe's tongue slipped from between her parted lips and began to lap at the water in the page's hands until it was gone.

"Give her more." Thayer instructed. And again she lapped from Damien's cupped hands. Then, a third time.

Damien splashed what water remained in the bucket onto her backside, while Thayer informed him what he wanted done next.

"Lace her arms firmly, and high up against her back. I want her shoulders thrown back and those magnificent breasts of hers jutting out nicely in front of her. Leave the clamps on her nipples. And put the reins on her and the small phallus bit in her mouth. I want her to receive the full benefit of this."

"Yes, m'lord." Damien bobbed his head in acknowledgement, then went to fetch the items his lordship requested.

Thayer glanced at Chloe. "Now," his tone was stern, "you are going to behave yourself and do exactly what I want you to do." Then, as Damien worked to strap her arms behind her back, "I'm going to drive you around the yard. I want to see how well you obey the pull of the reins, but you are going to strut like the proud mare you are. I want you to stretch those pretty legs of yours in an elegant walk. Understood?"

Chloe cautiously bobbed her head at him.

Thayer placed his hands on his lean hips. "You are my little mare in heat, Chloe, and you are going to show it. Your body needs mounting and badly. You must work hard if you expect to be rewarded."

Damien finished strapping her arms and began to attach the reins. She tested the leather lacing her arms at her back. Her arms were immobile. Her large breasts were thrown provocatively out in front of her, the clamps biting torturously into her nipples. Once the reins were adjusted to suit Lord Thayer, Damien came around to the front of her and, prodding her mouth open with his fingers, slipped in the bit, a miniature phallus, that was no larger than a small penis. Her full lips were forced to mold around it as if she were sucking on it, which in effect, she was. He buckled the two small straps attached to the base of the phallus at the back of her head, so that she could not force it from her mouth with her tongue.

When Damien pronounced her ready, Thayer walked behind her, gathering the reins in one, strong hand, grasping the handle of the riding crop firmly in the other.

"Do not disappoint me, Chloe." Thayer warned. "Despite those large breasts of yours, you are worth a king's ransom. Do me proud, and show me how elegantly you can walk and how gracefully you can obey the direction of the reins. I would hate to be forced to put you in the paddock with the other mares who aren't worth their salt."

Chloe waited breathlessly, the bit in her mouth, for the slap of the reins against her. As she felt the sting of leather on her taut buttocks, she stretched out a leg as wide as she could, prancing proudly, head held high by the leather collar.

They had not gone very far, when Lord Thayer pulled on the reins and she made the turn gracefully. Then, he was pulling on the reins again and she made an unexpectedly sharp turn to the right. He slapped the reins against her backside, encouraging her to step up her pace. She made a complete turn about the courtyard as Damien watched from the sidelines. She threw her shoulders back to make her breasts even more pronounced. The flesh Arabella of her tender buttocks quivering with nervousness, knowing Lord Thayer was close behind her, his shrewd eyes noting her every move.

Chloe had not yet felt the expected lash of the riding crop against her backside during this exercise. She wondered when it would come? The welts on her buttocks were already tingling in anticipation. Her mouth closed around the phallus, instinctively suckling it, her teeth biting down on it a little. Then suddenly, she became aware of a new and alarming sensation within her body. Her bladder gave a small, painful twinge, and she remembered now, all the water his lordship had ordered her to drink from Damien's hands.

Still, Lord Thayer drove her hard, turning her sharply, first this way, then that, with a firm hold on the reins. As the pressure on her bladder increased, it became more difficult to do the things his lordship required of her, to stretch her legs out wide in the elegant prance he demanded. And then, she felt it, the first lick of the lash flicking between her wide spread legs, kissing her pubis with a sting that nearly caused her bladder to loosen, but she managed to control the painful urge to urinate, making her way around the courtyard, not slacking in her graceful strides, the riding crop biting between her legs almost lovingly.

At last, Thayer hauled gently on the reins. Chloe came to a stop, shivering in her harness, swallowing hard at the humiliating need to release her bladder. Damien jogged up and began to assist his lordship with removing the reins. She remembered Phillipe warning her that in the event she needed to relieve herself in the master's presence, which was not uncommon among the mares, he hastened to assure her horrified expression, she must do it properly, the way a mare was taught to do. He had made her practice over and over again, until she had perfected the little stance to his satisfaction.

Now, as the two men worked to unhook the reins from her, she spread her legs out wide on either side of her, jutting her pelvis forward, and, unable to help herself, the golden stream arced from her, watering the grass at her feet.

Lord Thayer and Damien paused to watch Chloe relieve herself, chuckling in delight, arrogantly unaware of the shame staining her cheeks.

"I think she is ready, yer lordship." Damien grinned as the flow between her legs gradually decreased, then stopped altogether.

"Yes, I believe you are right." Thayer smiled, his dark eyes twinkling at her as she glanced cautiously up at his amused expression, still posed in her shameful stance. "Well done." His praise was unexpected. "That is the proper way a mare shows she is sexually aroused and ready to be mounted." He turned to Damien. "Clean her up, then you may remove the harness and collar. The tail and boots as well, but leave the belly chain."

"Yes, m'lord."

"Bring her to my private chambers afterwards. Through the great hall so that my guests may admire her. I have other business to attend to at the moment. Prepare her for me and have her ready and waiting for me."

Damien nodded his assent as Thayer chucked Chloe lightly under the chin, then strode across the grass, disappearing through an arched doorway leading into the castle.