The man, a wealthy farm owner from the West Country who had travelled many days to make this visit nodded pleasantly. “I hope you can change my mind for me,” he admitted. “But at the moment, I can’t see myself paying out twenty five guineas to become a patron.”
“Well, let’s see,” Alice said, liking the man’s honest approach. “Have you seen the newly completed dungeons?” she asked him.
“I haven’t, but then I am not one to see the children exposed to such as that. I am just a simple country lad Miss Marchant,” he admitted.
“Well Mr Cosgrove, have you visited our stables?” she asked.
“I didn’t know that you kept horses?” he told her. “We don’t,” Alice smiled. Alice led the way, explaining that many of the grand houses had stables. “They are often used as a means to get away from the family,” she explained. Crossing the cobbled courtyard, the scene of much entertainment only a few days ago, she guided them into a large musty smelling building.
Fresh straw littered the floor, while off to one side; a couple of bails of straw were stacked providing a platform. In the centre of the stables were trestles that had saddles, stirrups and reins attached to them, waiting for they’re little riders.
On the walls hung a variety of harnesses and other equestrian tackle, none of which would fit a pony let alone a horse, but all of which would fit a child.
“Would you like to see a harness in use?” Alice asked, bringing one down to hold it out so that Mr Cosgrove could get a sense of how it would fit.
The man’s eyes lit up with his excitement as he stared at the special harness.
“May I really? He asked.
“Certainly,” she laughed. “What age, would you like a boy or a girl?”
“Oh, now then. A girl, certainly, a tall but slender one, not yet developed,” he begged.
Alice nodded and excused herself, leaving the two men to wander around the other stables, examining the implements on the walls, the many and varied crops and carriage whips, as well as various black shinning horsetails in different sizes. Alice, returned just a few minutes later with Amy in tow, the little 11 year old who drew so much attention to herself on the day the governors met for the first time. The little girl curtsied and looked timidly about her.
“Take your uniform off,” Alice commanded the child sharply.
Amy didn’t hesitate, as she knew from experience what would happen to her if she disobeyed but looked up adoringly at her mistress, swiftly removing her little sailor’s uniform to stand naked in front of the three adults.
“She’s eager to earn her first badge,” Alice laughed, pushing the child forward so the men could see her better in the light that streamed in from the window in the roof.
“Will she do Mr Cosgrove?” Alice asked, as she turned the child around to show off her lovely round little bottom and smooth hairless cunt.
The man openly stared at the naked girl, a bulge growing in his breeches as his eyes were drawn to the child’s hairless cleft, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he slowly nodded his approval. Alice smiled and held out the special harness, helping the child to climb into it and then tightened all the buckles until each of the leather straps fitted tightly to the contours of her shapely little body.
When done, dark leather straps circled her body leaving her tiny breasts and fledgling vagina exposed. If anything, the dark straps emphasised the smooth pale skin of her pubis, breasts and cute little bottom.
“We have slightly different designs, some more practical than others when it comes to pulling buggies,” Alice explained, as he pushed Amy towards the straw bails picking up one of the many coloured horsetails.
“The children pull buggies?” the man asked breathlessly, as he watched Alice pry Amy’s bottom cheeks apart.
“Oh yes, I’m hoping to have buggy racing competitions, to test the strength of the boys against the girls, when we get enough patrons,” Alice explained, her attention diverted by the tightness of Amy’s virgin anus.
“Would you mind lending a hand Mr Cosgrove?” she asked.
“Jim,” he told her. The bulge in his breeches even more pronounced now as he stepped forward to relieve Alice of having to hold the little girl’s bottom apart.
His hands dwarfed the little bottom cheeks spreading them even further apart, until no crease remained and her anus started to clench and relax.
Without grease, ointment or saliva, Alice positioned the horn shaped ivory tip of the horsetail at the entrance of Amy’s anus.
Pushing the horn firmly into her anus she ignored the child’s screams until it was firmly in place and her anal ring closed fully over the embedded horn.
As an added precaution, a strap was fastened from the tail to the harness she wore, keeping it in place no matter how much the child might try to expel it.
They let her stand, watching her as she panted and winced as the uncomfortable feelings of the embedded horn started to build within her.
“Walk about,” Alice commanded.
Amy’s hesitation brought her a harsh spanking on her already sore bottom and thighs, but it did encourage her to obey.
“We might also have dressage displays too,” Alice grinned. “You certainly know how to weaken a man Miss Marchant!” Jim told her, his eyes never leaving the naked little pony girl as she continued to walk in pain around the stable.
With a chuckle, Alice retrieved a riding crop from the wall and thrashed it down across the child’s lovely rounded little bottom, demanding that she lift her knees higher, hold her head taller and make her tail bob more.
The welts that Alice produced across her bottom, only served to inflame Jim’s passions further and his eyes shone when she made Amy halt in front of him.
“I think you will find her quite moist,” she suggested, flicking the crop to make her part her legs further for him. Gasping, the girl blushed brightly as she edged her feet apart, moving them until her thighs no longer restricted his access to her soft little cunt.
His hands caressed the smooth pale skin of her legs and travelled upwards to cup her fledgling cunt. Amy shook and gasped. His finger ran along the child’s slit only to remerge gleaming with her juices.
Alice smiled. “Unfortunately, you’ll have to be a patron to do anything more,” she sighed.
For a moment it looked like he would lose his temper.
He just laughed and reached into his pocket, paying Alice the twenty five guineas in full to become a patron, before demanding that they both leave him alone with Amy, so he could continue to get to know her better. Alice and David left the stables for some much needed refreshment, satisfied that they had both achieved their goals. David and the other governors had finally got enough patrons and Alice was happy that the much need capital to save St Saviour’s was now in place.
“All in all it had been a enjoyable day,” Alice thought, as she started to plan the development of St Saviour’s and arrange all the clandestine activities that were going to be needed, to keep her paying visitors satisfied.