there was ever anyone who wanted his 'fifteen minutes' to be over it was Jacob. The threat, and the actual application of punishment, had meant that he had no choice but to be trained as a pony. The ponies on Sally's ranch and those at the racing grounds would have never engaged in such behavior. Jacob heard the sound of the whip up ahead and saw the team speed forward. If they wanted him to do this they better remove the sheath. The driver was clearly not pleased. After his call with Julie he decided that he was going to go out with them this weekend. Jacob could have lifted her with one arm. When they reached the river they turned and moved east along the bank.
"Trot" was the next command. Jacob was looking at him with the same look of desperation. As the male reached for the bag at his neck Sally reached in between his legs and slipped a rope loop over his balls. Jacob continued to slowly back up keeping her feet trapped within the noose of the lariat. He was near the end of the pole, about fifteen feet from the center of the tower. She was dressed from head to foot in black leather. He doubted she would like it very much.