Named and Shamed by C. P. Mandara Read Free Book Online Page B

have to be paid off to keep quiet.
    'Into the stocks, ponies, it's breakfast time.' The loud voice had not lost any of its impressive volume. Jenny looked around wildly at the mention of the word 'stocks'; she'd had quite enough of those yesterday, thank you very much. It didn't take her long to find them. There was row upon row of the things lined around the entire circumference of the barn and they were made out of shiny steel. There was space for about fifty heads in total and there was a horizontal steel pole in front of each, for which she would have to bend at the waist for her head to be fastened in them correctly.
    A clatter of metal hooves sounded. As the other ponies moved forward to do as they were bid, Jenny faltered in line and promptly fell over on the concrete floor. All the other ponies sidestepped her as if she wasn't there; leaning over elegantly, hands behind their backs, to be securely locked into the strange contraption.
    'What do we have here?' The lead groom gave Jenny a look filled with contempt and yanked her upwards by the few short hairs still remaining on the top of her head. When her hands flapped around he made short work of refastening them behind her back. Jenny's eyes watered. 'Get your hooves into those stocks now, little Miss Tardy, before I give you an extra five spanks for being a troublesome animal. When she stood there stupidly he raised his voice to an even louder pitch, if that were possible, and yelled, 'Move, now!'
    She moved. So quickly she almost fell over the horizontal pole in her hurry to escape the man with the deafening voice. Her waist bent over the bar, her neck settled on the cold steel and when her eyes glanced down they were to find another stone trough below, with what appeared to be porridgy-mush inside. Yuck.
    As the top of the stock came down with a snap to lock her body firmly in place, all Jenny could see was a long row of heads extending both left and right and chomping into the porridge with ferocious enthusiasm. Was there some sort of competition for the one who finished first? Sighing, Jenny dipped her face into the goo and began to eat. Her stomach was protesting too loudly to do anything else. Missing dinner and the exertion of last night's activities had given her quite an appetite. Even though the porridge was fairly tasteless she took a mouthful and began to chew. More ponies were filing into the room, and soon she had two faces on either side of her, chowing down as if there was no tomorrow.
    'All finished, ladies?' the groom in charge asked, not moments after Jenny had started eating. 'Good. It's time for the communal spanking session. Bottoms up and wiggle those asses; we want a good show or it'll be extra spanks for all of you.' There was a general thud of footsteps around the room as the grooms lined up behind their assigned ponies and then the fun began in earnest.
    When the first smack landed into Jenny's backside she nearly spat out her mouthful of porridge. So that was why the girls had been eating so quickly! It was rather difficult to chew with a steady force of blows beating down upon your rear. If she didn't want to starve she had little option but to try and swallow little mouthfuls of her breakfast between the continued slaps of her groom's hand.
    'I don't see much wiggling,' the annoying man behind her said, laying into her backside with more vigour. 'You should pay less attention to munching and more attention to pleasing me, or I'll do something about it.'
    Jenny ignored him, too absorbed in trying to eat as much as she possibly could from the depths of her trough. Rough hands reached under her and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them painfully. She gasped in shock. Then they pulled sharply at her nipples, elongating the buds until they were painfully distended.
    'Let's see how well you can eat with these on your teats,' the boy drawled in her ear, and suddenly metal jaws pinched the delicate flesh of her areolae. It took two seconds