Darius settled back into his chair and beamed at the rapt expressions on his guests' faces as they watched Mrs. Craddock go into the house to fetch Annabel. After spending the morning helping Mrs. Craddock prepare the buffet, she had been confined to her punishment room. Before receiving his guests, Darius had checked in on the terrified girl, who had been perched on the end of her bed, already dressed in her humiliating costume. She had looked at him pitifully as he had complimented her on her outfit, knowing perfectly well how much she was dreading her ordeal to come.

For the past week, after completing her chores, Annabel had been mercilessly drilled in the back yard by Mrs. Craddock for five hours, non-stop, every day. Even the slightest hesitation or mistake had been met by a severe thrashing from Mrs. Craddock's crop, with the result that she had now been conditioned to respond perfectly to the old woman's every command. Darius had watched a couple of sessions but had generally stayed away because he wanted to enjoy the show as much as the others.

The eager silence in the back yard was finally broken by Trent who asked, "Dog and Pony Show? What the fuck is-?"

He was cut short as Helen let out a squeal of delight, and they all turned to see Mrs. Craddock leading an extremely red-faced Annabel out across the lawn. She was stark naked, with her pussy, as ever, cleanly shaven, but it was the rest of her attire that drew gasps of excited approval from the guests. Her arms had been bound together at the wrists and elbows, and were folded together halfway up her back. A leather bridle had been fitted onto her head, with a rubber bit jammed between her teeth, and a strap running over her crown, on top of which flew a long, multicolored feather plume. Her lustrous red hair had been tied back into a ponytail, and attached to her nipples were two painful-looking metal clips, from which dangled silver bells that jingled merrily as she pranced into the garden.

With Mrs. Craddock and her riding crop hovering menacingly nearby, Annabel trotted with her knees up high before coming to a halt on her toes in front of her captivated audience.

 

 

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Oh my word! Alastair thought. Nash never disappoints, does he?

He immediately felt his cock stiffen as Annabel presented herself to them like a show pony. Her naked body looked even more voluptuous than he remembered it, and even though it looked as though she had lost a couple of pounds, her breasts remained as full and proud as ever. He allowed his eyes to travel down to her smooth, hairless crotch, and was pleasantly surprised to see that her labia were slightly swollen and damp.

Well, well! It looks as though young Annabel is getting as turned on by this pony play as the rest of us!

But when he looked at her face, it was apparent that even if her body was reacting to her alfresco display of exhibitionism, the mortified girl was not enjoying the experience one little bit! Alastair had become accustomed to seeing Annabel blushing in recent weeks, but today her cheeks were positively crimson! He tried to catch her eye, but she was desperately trying to avoid visual contact with any of them.

Mrs. Craddock gave Annabel a tap on the buttocks with her crop, and said, "Kneel, Annabel." The light contact couldn't have hurt, but Annabel flinched nonetheless, and to Alastair's delight, she promptly put her right foot forward and lowered her left knee onto the grass.

"And welcome your guests." Mrs. Craddock added.

Her eyes moist with shameful tears, Annabel slowly nodded her head like a dressage pony as she reluctantly made eye contact with each member of her lustful audience. With her teeth bared in an insane grin around the rubber bit, her chin coated with saliva, and the little bells attached to her nipples glinting in the afternoon sunlight, the poor girl looked absolutely ludicrous-and judging from the pained expression in her eyes, she quite obviously felt it, too!

"She's so cute!" Yeats finally declared. "How long have you been training her?"

"Just under a week," Mrs. Craddock said proudly.

"And does she do tricks?" Helen asked with a mischievous grin.

"Most certainly. Annabel has been practicing very hard, and she is keen to demonstrate to you all how clever she is. Stand up, Annabel!"