Up they came. Not as high as I would have liked, just below her waist, but this was probably her initial foray into the ponygirl world, not counting the times she stood still for photographs. She wasn’t standing still now.
“Trot!” I called out.
Carmen stopped, her eyes round in disbelief.
Crack! Snap!
“Eiiaa!”
“Do it!”
Carmen moved, now at trot pace. But after a few circles she slackened off and I cracked the whip behind her. She got the message and kept moving.
Carmen had a good form, all those workouts of hers obviously paid off. Her full breasts bounced just right, and her shapely legs were enough to turn any man’s head. But although this ponygirl thing may have been new to her, it was also way too easy. So far.
I flicked the whip against her ass. Crack, snap, crack!
“Canter,”
