fastens you in and sets the contraption
in motion. Slow walking. "Giddy up, pony." smiling.
another swat to your bottom.
going where the tight bit leads... blinking near-sightedly at the unfamiliar contraption
Opens your stall. Leads you to a treadmill.
One of those for the walking horses. "Cute huh!"
a yelp at the sharp sting on pale well-rounded buttock... jaw still working uselessly against the bit... a little drool escaping at the effort
"Hold still." slapping your butt with my crop,
then fitting the steel bit and fastening tight.
Raven
head reflexively jerking as halter is pulled on... jaw working as bit digs in to corners of mouth
fits you out with a training halter and bit as we chat.
?
Sitting in my black sedan just off the road.Roadspikes set out in the middle of the path to blow out the tires of the next car passing through.
Waiting and watching.
House party and my brain went to house music, thinking how would Pump Up the Volume or Pump Up the Jam sound, done on strings instead of synthesizers and drum machines...This is great Gabrieli. the guests are in for a treat, not just for the piece, but for you conducting.
head tilting again, not really understanding the rhetorical question, but slightly scared by the amused tone and appraising look
Passing by as I wander
"What's the point?" giggling as looks you over.
cowering slightly at the approach... gulping down the last mouthful of feed from the trough
"So a little fat girl?"
strolling over. "And still eating too.
Never get in shape like that."
head tilting... slightly nervous... but calmed by the confident tone
"Interesting." glances over the words posted for you.
You are good stock, Pan. And it's obvious that the genes have been passed down.
Be safe Sofia