PART FOUR p – Training

  "What's the new ones you bought?"

  "We'll get to it. In order. After riding crop, there's others. There's a million names, and everyone sits and has this stupid… whip PhD argument, when this turns into that. Basically? All riding crops. Longer, shorter, medium. Thicker, thinner. Meant to do something else a little bit, like… walk beside him if you're not riding. Still touch and poke gently to issue commands. A longer riding crop? Mommy would burn and sting you lots more, quicker. Even though its called something else, a long, thin, strong but flexible riding crop? Very serious sting. Couple good shots, I get the little screech I need to hear out of my slut. There's a whole family, of basically different lengths and thickness of crops. Best way for you to understand them."

  "Nice to know you have choices."

  "Tons. I'm going to treat myself to a nice long one, very thin, strong, and flexible. So I can give it to you nice and hard, for a long time. Without the tissue damage. Those hard things. I want more fun, not quick fun then waiting for days. Couple good stripes every night from riding my personal slut like he's bred for."

  "Nice to know I'm useful."

  "You're useful now. You will be infinitely more useful, when fully trained. All living things that exist to serve you, benefit from the extensive training period. Why would you, be any exception. You, are coming along very nicely. Mommy is pleased so far."

  "Thank you for the compliment."

  "You're very welcome. Next there's an assortment of switch like devices. Longer, shorter, thicker, thinner, stiffer, more flexible. Useful for walking, plowing, pack walking, sorting. What have you."

  "Not the hottest part of the documentary."

  "I guess not. Now, you saw mommy buy a used buggy whip. That, is unique. Long, thin, flexible handle. Fairly long sh, not too long. Strong though. That? Gives a very… sharp cut. When buggy riding. For your ass? That's a very red, raised up welt. One good one? I'll get your attention quick. You? What you just did? Don't do that!"

  "Gd its for a touch now and then."

  "Oh. I use that on you for more than several? Hard ones because I mean it? You won't forget that lecture. It'll get to the point quick. Lash has no tissue damage. I can leave marks that st for many days if I give it to you good with it. You won't want it again."

  "Will you…"

  "Every whip I get my hands on. Will sooner or ter get used at least once, in an extended discussion. Variety is the spice of life. A mechanic has many screwdrivers. I have many whips. No different. Whatever one is most useful, whatever one suits my mood."

  "So, I should be afraid of the buggy whip."

  "A riding crop? Is any new mommy's best first whip. Easy to grasp its use. Harder or gentler, faster or slower. Easy for a new mommy to grasp. A new mommy, can learn by doing with a crop. No chance of you going to the hospital on accident. A new drunk mean mommy? Can paste your ass with it all night, you'll live. Safe that way. Easy to understand it, easy to control it. Not like the more professional whips, that require experience and practice."

  "Like mommy's bullwhip."

  "Exactly. You can kill a slut, before you could get an ambunce there or realize what happened and get them to the emergency room. Lose an eye permanently, lose one or both testicles, its no joke. You? Are lucky mommy knows what she's doing with that thing."

  "I feel luckier knowing, than experiencing it."

  "That's the whole idea of a whip. Once used correctly, the animal fully trained? Rarely a need to use it. I snap on bulls I know, don't even touch them. Its there if I need it though."

  "Good to know."

  "For me? Very. For you? Not as much. But, that's the whole idea. Now. The other one you saw… that's a lunge whip, that's… the whip you master before you have any business picking up your first bullwhip."

  "Bullwhip? Doctorate. Lunge whip… masters?"

  "Yeah. Its right under bullwhip, for experience. Remember my new mommy analogy?"

  "Yes."

  "Riding crop. Easy to control, easy to aim. Any silly twat can pick it up and learn by doing. The buggy whip? Same deal. You want to get there quicker, less work, less strokes? The buggy whip hurts more, hurts quick… but still easy enough a silly new twat can learn by pying. Easy to control. The lunge whip? No…"

  "Dangerous?"

  "Long shaft, and that's a long one for a lunge. You don't use that for a switch. I guess you could, if you cut off the sh. But… no point. A stick works fine. The shaft length, the sh length… is a very personal thing for you. You try a selection out, so you know what you want in one. A riding farm, for instance. Worth the price, just to try them out. So you don't have to buy ten to get the one you needed."

  "What's so special for it?"

  "Regur people, used to see it as the lion tamer's whip, before they did away with circuses. You can crack that long sh, once you know how, making a very loud snap. Not quite the explosion of my bullwhip crack, but close. More of a penny firecracker, than a whole 22 going off. Hard to control, just like a bullwhip. Long reach, you need open space. You can take an eye out, you can open up a testicle, you could open a vein on a slut's neck. Very, very, dangerous."

  "Now I'm scared."

  "Mommy knows what she's doing. Gives mommy reach, like the long bullwhip. Same three strokes, too. The snap is a sh stroke. But, because of the long shaft? Once you know how you can snap next to you, without taking your own eye out. Bullwhip you can't easily do that. Straight up in the air, maybe, but… its an unnatural motion. You can snap it beside you, quick. Rapid fire. Snap, snap, snap."

  "Its for making noise."

  "Oh, sure, like a bull-whip's main use is noise and reach. But… there's three strokes. That snap. Near, or far. You can reach out and snap near their head. Once you have aim and control. Which is almost as hard as a bullwhip to master. There's the ying it on, just like the bullwhip. You whirl and y it on. Naturally, that long thin sh? Wraparounds are a thing. Very thin welt, when id on or wrapped. Thin red line. Like a long thin switch, but in a sh. Thinner, longer. Very, very, very burn-y and stingy. Almost no tissue damage underneath. I could work you over, from a distance. Lays and wraps. Less work than the bullwhip. Less chance of danger to me, if I don't know what I'm doing. You can paint a slut with ys and wraps all day. A lunge whip session, if I needed to have that long a talk with you? Would be a very… long… night."

  "And the sh strokes."

  "The bullwhip, when you use any power at all, quickly can rip skin and tear it. This, makes smaller teardrops. Thinner sh, must less chance of ripping flesh. You can still rip or tear, but smaller rip. Less chance of that fatal artery snipped, opening the lung up between ribs. Less chance, not never, mind you. You can bring the power of the sh up and get finer control over it. I can't use the bullwhip with any real force, until I get jeans on you, and whip them off you for that. The lunge? I can bring the power up smoothly, and make serious little teardrops, even drops of blood, without any more than surface cuts. Mommy could make it a very long night for you, and you'd live to get it again."

  "Now you're scaring your slut."

  "Sure. The horse, or the slut… learns who is in control. As my slut? You're like a horse to me. You could easily kill me, injure me, run away and there's nothing I can do about it, if you get the devil in you. I need to take control, provide you with leadership, gently bring the control and power up smoothly… then use the full power when needed. An intelligent, submissive horse? Very, very valuable commodity. If you know your mommy is valuable, to a rich pervert, renting a good mommy out? So too, are you very valuable. An intelligent, submissive, eager to please horse, I mean slut… is the most valuable thing in the world to a smart mommy."

  "You value your slut."

  "Very much. A good horse? Can be priced only for the millionaires that can afford one, already trained with the ability to take new training. Mommy is already very jealous of her fine slut, and will make him even more valuable, and grow even more jealous, when I'm done training you."

  "And the training is more fun."

  "Oh. You have no idea how much fun it is for me, little boy. You make mommy squirt her panties. Now. The lunge is more for training and exercising, than scare and big punishment."

  "Exercise?"

  "Its main purpose."

  "How would you…"

  "Knew you'd ask. You take a lead rope. Just a long rope, attached to the head or neck. Like your metal ring on your colr here, for instance. Get you naked, out in the open, privacy. Give you a long rope, and tell you to run around me, in a circle. Train you to walk, jog, run. Crawl or whatever I teach you to do. I say walk. Horse doesn't know the word yet. You don't walk, I snap. Horse moves a step. Walk. Snap. Walk. Snap. Horse starts walking. Horse learn to walk when I say walk. I yank on the rope, horse stops up. I ran rip you off your feet by a rope on your colr, trust me. You'll stop walking or running or crawling or anything else I yank your lead rope. Instinct."

  "Sounds mean."

  "It can be. The smarter the horse, the more submissive and eager to please? The quicker it picks it up. The more its just the occasional snap, no y on, no wrap, no sh needed. You exercise until you're told to stop… you obey commands once I know you know what they mean… you take my discipline? Just a noise and some commands, and you perform for me. Now. You don't listen? Pain. You still won't listen? More pain, coming faster. If I have a stubborn slut, I can rope it to a limited run, and stand back out of range, and sh the shit out of it, all… day… long… so like I said, if I ever needed that? It would be a very, long, night indeed for you. Extended training sessions. Lots of discipline, doled out over a very long time."

  "Very mean."

  "If I have to be. Yes, very. Downright cruel. But… if you're smart, if you submit and listen, take discipline… you get trained with very little pain. You want trained with less pain, right slut?"

  "If I can."

  "Look what happened to you. You got some punishment, until you finally got some serious lessons. Then? You submitted to me and my discipline. When the horse submits, sorry, when the slut submits to your discipline? You back off. Will you stay in submission to your mommy, little slut?"

  "I will."

  "Good. It will be better for you, I can tell you that much. I know how to train and control a thousand pound animal, and it works. It all works on my slut, just the same. If you think I can discipline and submit a thousand pound animal, and something a little over two hundred pounds will pose a serious problem? Not at all. Since I told you, you know the day will come. I want to go somewhere private and open. I'm going to exercise my naked, colred slut. And use that lunge whip for its intended purpose. I'll issue commands, and you'll follow them. Any problems will be met with quickly escating pain."

  "If you need roped off, and I stand back for a nice, long, shing lesson? Couple minutes, couple hours. Whatever it takes. I simply will. Then, we'll go right back to exercising, until I get a perfect set of commands and discipline. It ends the same way, no matter what. The lunge training session. With a well disciplined, completely obedient slut. Its just a matter of how much pain, how many marks, how many drops of blood we have to go through to get there. It all ends the same pce, though. A very well disciplined slut."

  "Are you really going to…"

  "What I just said? Sure. I told you, when your main training ends, I take you away somewhere for just over two weeks. Now that I have a lunge, and I know how to use it? I think an extended series of lunge training sessions, will repce the heavy bullwhip session. I'm repcing that, with whipping the jeans off you, so you won't be jealous of the others. Safer for you, too. I will have, oh… say, 16 to 20 days alone in the middle of nowhere with you? Plenty of lunge discipline training."

  "The st several days will be some care for you, then a couple days of the promised fun. You'll get to do things to me you never did, and I'll love it. I'm starving to get used for a fuck hole, rough. That has to wait. When I let you loose on my holes, I'll enjoy it. A greedy animal, raping mommy rough. Yum. My once a week rough ride, is waiting six weeks. I'll get six days straight of it, along with some other fun for you as well in those six days. If the lunge discipline goes well? You stand to get mommy showing you the respect she demands of you, coming back now. If, you're good. If you train well."

  "What kind of…"

  "Don't you kneel, and kiss it? Show mommy respect, for having fucked you so thoroughly. After you're turned loose on mommy's holes finally, again if you train well to get that, mind you. You'll get that same respect back. Exactly the same back. Let that sink in."

  "I get to…"

  "Uh huh. When mommy has an obedient, submissive well trained horse… it gets special treats when she sees it now and again. An obedient, submissive, well disciplined slut? No different. You submit to mommy, take strict discipline… you get treats when mommy tells you that you can have them after that. You see, only an idiot thinks a horse is just something you beat and make it listen. That's crude. That's a horse that isn't worth very much. It now takes 20 times longer or more even, to get one tenth out of the horse. As could be had because I know what I'm doing."

  "Mommy will treat me well."

  "Where does mommy stable her dirty little slut. Look around you. Luxury stable. Female sluts to look at that you enjoy the leg and pantie show all morning and every night. Tell the truth. My guess is, Little Lightning and those long cut legs, is your favorite to notice, running around the kitchen and living room, right? Admit it. You won't get whipped for admitting it. Its candy for you to enjoy, because that's what happens to be in my stable for now. We deal with it. You can't go in her stall, but… you can watch her around the yard. Eye candy. You don't even have to pull that thing off, because mommy sees to that, nightly."

  "You… are wicked."

  "I grew up on a farm, little slut. Not some… fantasy princess park. People are animals. Animals fuck. Animals like to look even when they can't fuck. Fact of life. You think a farm girl doesn't know exactly what goes on when things are stabled together? Pffft. Farm kids don't get birds and bees talks. We grow up seeing it, right there. Foot long dongs fly out all day long on a farm, its no mystery. You put a horse up in a stable. You keep it exercised. You discipline it, of course. You ride it to keep it from going stir crazy. Herd animal. Needs run. Are you not in a very comfortable stable? Highest quality grain, we're all athletes at a top university sports program, hun. You like to work out. In two years, mommy takes you and her to a private stable, same as this one. Mommy will train you more, some more discipline due to the extra privacy. And ride you all around the stable constantly. My slut will get the intellectual enrichment it craves too. A smarter slut is a better slut."

  "You're…"

  "A realist. I wasn't raised on princess stories. Farm. Animals. Farm boys, dirt bikes and tackle football. Once you asked for… discipline, for fun? Then… wanted it more… compulsory, we'll say. Pffft. Here we are. And you? Fucking love it. Look down at that thing. Dripping. Throbbing. Twitching. Mommy's little stud slut. You? Are already more valuable to me than any horse I ever saw, and will be so much more when I'm not even done yet. By the time we're both doctors? No luckier and no more appreciative farm girl will have ever lived. You do know, when the horse, sorry. I mean… when the slut is owned by an experienced and smart farm girl? Lots of good things come to that slut."

  "Such as…"

  When my horse was well disciplined, and was eager to please me? Grooming. Horse's favorite thing, next to treats. Horses like being owned, and like being taken care of. Brushed, cleaned, lots of warm soapy water. Warm oil rubdowns. Leg rubs. Kept warm in winter, cooled down in summer. Exercised and kept in top shape. Best feed, best treats. No, you can't expect results from just whipping something, getting basic command obeyed. Then storing it, like some dirt bike, until you feel like kicking it over and running it. Doesn't work like that."

  "How does it work."

  "Daily time. Walks, runs. Time together. My horse loved me. Before it passed, I was its favorite thing in life, let alone person. It would jump and run around, at the slightest sight of me in the distance, my scent in the air, the briefest sound of my voice on the wind. Just… like… you are now. If coyotes or anything was coming around the barn? I slept down there and shot at it. Nothing, not even a bear, is going to frighten much less take a chunk out of mommy's horse. Or? My slut which is even more valuable and precious to me. My horse returned it back to me. Two way street."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah. Young, we didn't have a horse farm, we did animals. My horse? Was my favorite thing. I tried showing young. You know, the stupid outfit, sitting straight. Mean lessons from some stern old prune. Total shit. Egg on a spoon, cantering. You have to discipline your horse to walk just right. Not move. Horse hated it, and so did I. Anyways, my pleasure pair was…"

  "Excuse me. Pleasure pair?"

  "Ha. Sounds better than what it is. Horse girl we teamed up for doubles shows. Tall, fat, dyke looking cunt. Anyways, we had a child's argument. Typical kid thing. She held a grudge. She's working up the nerve, to get me alone and try again to put a job on me. She thinks because she's taller and fatter she can do it, if she just gets mean enough. Anyways, my horse won't let her near me. This goes on, in the off season for a while. Now normally, a well behaved horse will accept basic commands and behave, for anyone they can smell horse on, that has that confidence. He gets in between us, rears and bucks, puts on a show. He won't listen to me. He'll do it, no matter what I y on him. The hell. Just her though. Weird."

  "He knew something was up."

  "Yeah. Animals can smell and sense, any animal getting up the nerve to do something. They watch you when your back is turned, they're waiting. That's what another horse does before he challenges the older one yet again. Finally, she got her fool's courage up, got me alone and cornered, and tried her shit. I got her, but it was touch and go for a minute. I told daddy, he reminded me what that horse had been doing. Just to her, for a couple months. I'm shing him, he's taking it, to keep protecting me. He knew better than I did, and took it to keep in between us. Daddy said I better be real nice to him, he loved me and I was hurting him when he was trying to protect me. You have no idea, how many hot oil rubdowns he got after that. I'd sleep down the barn with him, extra hay, extra feed. Bnkets in the winter, and go down to check it was still on him."

  "Happy horse."

  "Hmm. You bet. You… wanna be a happy slut ter on down the line? Yes?"

  "Sounds good."

  "Horses love a hot oil rubdown. Think a slut would like one?"

  "We could try it once, see how it felt."

  "Uh huh. I thought so. All that hot oil, sthered all over you. Rubbed in for a long time. Working those muscles, with my strong hands, for hours. All… oiled… up. See, you oil a horse, for more than the obvious. Now, the pelt is oiled up. Fights fleas and ticks and chiggers and biting flies. And mosquitoes. And whatever else lives on their blood and flesh. When you ride a freshly oiled horse bareback? Kinda hard. You really have to grip tight with your thighs and legs. You can't turn quick or you get slid off, and it ain't the horse's fault. Mommy will want to ride you, after you're oiled up, little slut. On pstic."

  "Oh my."

  The game? I came up with the idea recently. Mommy has to now grip you extra tight, lock her legs around you nice and tight. You? Get to try to slide mommy off. Buck her off. We have to make it fair, I'm thinking… hands cuffed in front, so I have a chance to control you. Then… we'll see who wins. Winner, gets something special. Maybe, park in the loser's rear, for a rough ride. Like I said, good things come to horses, and little sluts, that return mommy's loyalty and love. Do I have a little slut that might like a hot oil ride, after a nice warm rubdown, hmm?"

  "How do I win?"

  "We'll figure out rules. Points for sliding mommy off. A point for getting mommy off your… riding horn. Mommy will get points, by… time on. Time spent on the riding horn. Mommy doesn't get a riding whip, that wouldn't be fair. Bare hands, bare skin riding challenge. Could take half the night, to see. You never know."

  "I'm in."

  "Not so fast. You need to submit, and stay submitted, to my discipline. You have to show me good lunge training, and pass that two week course. You need to stay… we'll call it, lunge certified now and again. You stay in submission, you're obedient and well disciplined? Definitely one of the rewards. There's lots of rewards for a well trained slut I have pnned. You in?"

  "Please…"

  "Uh huh. First things first. Get your training done. Get your lunge discipline. Then? Enjoy the fun days. When we come back, we'll be a more… normal couple again. And by that, I mean about as normal as we can be. If you know what I mean by that, and I think you most certainly do. But then… just be good. And really good things will happen. Most of the time, anyways."

  "You have me so hot right now."

  I pinned his hands down and smiled down at him. Teasing him by coming down for extra slutty kisses that stopped and got turned into teases.

  "I know. I want you all, hot and bothered for my shower fun you begged for. Then? You're going to get a serious fucking out here in the bedroom. Followed? By… some kind of fun for you."

  "What kind of… fun."

  I grabbed him rough by the chin.

  "You'll find out then. Now… stay."

  I got up off him, and kind of strode over to the dresser, where things were ying out for me to pick them up and py with them. I looked back at him ying still, like I told him to. He was ying there waiting to be pyed with. After fucking him up against the wall, and manhandling him around several other times? I could pick him up to py with him as well. I picked up the big brush, and turned around, smiling, letting him see it. I held it up like a game show host, showing off the prize. I walked over to the bed, pointing it at him. Strict mommy voice now.

  "Ass up in the air."

  He rolled over and put his face down and lifted his butt for me, rather obediently. I hauled off and gave him a hard crack with it. A really good one. He ate some bnket, reminding me of my own first rough anal. He made his little noise into the bnket, scrunching his fists into the bedclothes, cramming his bnket sandwich in.

  "Couple more. If you don't make me chase you around…"

  I tapped him with the big brush, making him jump.

  "Knees apart more. Just like you're waiting to be fucked. Arch that back. Stick that little ass out for mommy. Better. You stay like that for a couple? It'll all be over for now. This isn't even a correction. Mommy's trying out her new brush on you. I bought this for a toy, you know. Something we can hang up, and only we know what its for. I'm deciding. If its a toy, or… something I'm going to really use on you. Stay still, or you get more."

  I touched him several times. Poking him, rubbing it on his ass. Tapping him with it lightly. Teasing. Then when he quit jumping from teasing, he settled down. That's when I lit his ass up not quite as hard as I could, but close. I was amazed. His noise into his bnket sandwich was quite substantial. His ass had lifted a little from the impact. The crack was resounding. The little waves that shimmered around the edges of the impact site. His ass danced.

  "Stay still! You want more? I want three really good ones. Fast ones. Your ass stays still for it. Don't make me tell you again."

  I teased a while more, admiring the jumps and nervous twitches. I reared back, and twisted my hips into three really fast, really hard ones. Better than the first test swat. Twisting my hips into them really id the cracks into his ass well. I went back to teasing him with it, until he settled down.

  "Stop with the whiny shit. Immediately. And take that bnket out of your mouth. Unless you want more."

  He pulled the bnket out, so I could hear his whiny sniffling.

  "You're really scared of this thing getting used on you, aren't you. Speak."

  "Yes mommy."

  "I want you to imagine going over my knee. Mommy's mad, and already took her belt off. Then instead of the paddle? Mommy started using the brush instead…"

  The squealing and whining I got was my answer.

  "This is my paddle now. You'll get corrected with it, when I decide to. And the next time we have to go down into the basement?"

  I twisted my hips into a final hard surprise crack, and I was fairly certain it was was as hard as I could deliver it. With the bnket out of his mouth, and not expecting it, I heard the surprised squealing whine, and the little sobs.

  "That's what you're going to get. We're going to have a nice, long talk. Just me, you and the brush. Then? We'll see where we're at."

  He had buried his face into the bedclothes, to stifle noises and out of what I knew was embarrassment. I took the opportunity to light his ass up with the buggy whip, a nice solid shot that made the crack of the sh. A couple foot handle and shaft covered in tightly braided and woven leather. It worked down into the tapering sh end, not quite as long as the handle. The leather sh end wrapped nicely across his ass. I followed it up with a couple more hard ones. He danced around and buried his face and ate a bnket sandwich.

  "All right. We're done."