Madison followed the principal through the school, she could hear the nylon of her tights rubbing together as she walked down the hall. Madison was a ...hort girl, 5’0, with long dark hair and bright green eyes. She wore her emerald green school blazer, white shirt, green tie, green tartan skirt, black tights and shiny black leather heels. She clutched her brown leather satchel, her mind was racing. They entered the office and she took a seat opposite the principal at his desk. “Madison, Madison,. "Fuck you, I'm not a Pony," she shouted, but all that came out was a series of muffled grunts. She was helpless, and goddamn, the rope in her crotch was killing her.Daisy reached in her drawer and pulled out her crop. She had trained many a hard-headed pony with it and she figured it would work for hard-headed roommates as well. "Up Pony," she said quietly, pulling on the rope and tapping Sharon's flank with the crop. The last tap was hard enough to leave a mark and as planned, to teach the. "She returned to the bedroom and she and Foster smiled at each other a little uncertainly.This time Foster sucked on her breasts, giving an intensity of pleasure she hadn't felt before from his fingers. He massaged her pussy lips in a more artful manner, sliding his fingers inside to touch her clit. It wasn't the way she did it, but in a way it was more exciting for that."Mmmm, Sally. I bet that feels good," spoke her RAD. "I'd love to have a body so I could feel that good!"Sally didn't want to. "Stan came home early that night as if to highlight mom's point. If I was doing what I'd told my mom about only doing it when Stan was on a trip and he came home early I would have had some explaining to do. As it was he asked me where I was last night when he called. The lie rolled easily off my tongue."I got a little carried away at the cocktail party last night and Bob wouldn't let me drive home. He made me take a room and stay at the hotel."As soon as I said it I realized how easy it could.