Treat Me Like A Pony (ePub)

The bridle, the bit, the spurs and the riding crop.  Paige learns that the everyday tools that a cowboy uses to control his horse can be used for other things too when she takes a detour out of the city and meets a young farm hand named Heath.  When the two find they share a bond Paige lets herself experience the ultimate fantasy when Heath takes her to the barn for a turn wearing the saddle.

EXCERPT

Paige winced as the riding crop slapped against her bare bottom again.  She was on all fours on the floor of the stable, naked except for the leather saddle Heath had placed on her.  He was sitting on the saddle while straddling her back, his cowboy boots planted on either side of her.  She wanted to ask him to be a little more gentle, but the bit in her mouth prevented her from saying anything except muffled squeals when he punished her.  He lifted the crop high in the air before bringing it down hard to smack her exposed skin with a ringing "whack".
If you had asked her this morning if she thought that tonight she would be the private pony for a young cowboy she would  have laughed in your face, but here she was, taking everything he gave her.
Paige heard the jingle of the spurs on his boots and was a little scared about when he finally got around to using them too, but wasn't going to stop him from doing anything he wanted.  After all, she was being treated like a pony, and they don't have any say over it either.
Before the crop found her again, she thought back at how she had gotten into this and met her new rider.

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"How many do you have?" asked the young man behind the counter.  Paige was picking up her shampoo at the farm supply store, and liked to stock up whenever she made the trip all the way to the country.  She had very long but stiff hair, and was never satisfied with the shampoo she had bought in regular stores.  A few years ago her friend Monica had suggested she use something called "Mane and Tail Shampoo" that was used for horses and after her initial trepidation had decided to give it a chance.  Now it was the only thing she used.
She glanced at the clerk and was pleasantly surprised to see he was a very handsome young man, albeit in a very stereotypical cowboy way.  He had tanned skin, sun-bleached and tousled hair, tall boots, and was wearing a flannel shirt with faded blue jeans held up by a tan leather belt and rodeo buckle.  All that was missing was a broad cowboy hat, but she assumed he didn't wear it inside.  He was looking at her quizzically and Paige realized she hadn't answered his question because she was so distracted taking him all in.
"Um, let me see," she said and looked at the pile of bottles in the cart.  "I have thirteen here, plus this one," she said, holding up the one in her hand.  He took it with a wide smile and began entering the price from the tag in the cash register.  It was a slow day and no bar code scanners here, in fact she was the only customer in the store and she didn't think anyone else was working.
"Do you have a lot of horses?" he asked as a way of conversation while she began to dig in her purse for her checkbook.
"Me?  Oh, Lord no," she said, finally finding it and now searching for a pen.  She looked back up and say he had that bemused expression back on his face.
"The shampoo is for me," she said, feeling the need to explain why someone with absolutely zero horses was buying something to wash them with.