The stinging slap on my still sensitive ass caused me to cry out a little bit as I shot a glare at you. Teach me a lesson, indeed, I thought as I stared incredulously at you. If I had not been in the situation, I would have laughed out loud at such a statement.

Blushing furiously, I recalled what had just taken place and I felt my pussy moisten again at the memory. Embarrassed, I decided to keep my silence lest you discover the extent of my arousal.

I was shocked when a door opened and a woman exited, dressed as a pony. He who followed her caused my skin to crawl as he paraded himself behind her with his erection bobbing as he walked. I instinctively stepped behind you and slouched my shoulders forwards to shield myself from the jeering stare of the creep. I breathed a sigh of relief as he directed his ponygirl down the hall as I peeked out around your arm and watched them disappear down the hallway.

I was startled by a second slap to my behind, forceful enough to cause me to take a step forward. Disgusted by the creep and his ponygirl, but strangely curious about this place, I placed one foot in front of the other and began to slowly make my way down the hall.

As I walked, I thought about my predicament and I wondered what was in store for me. I didn't know what this place was or who this mysterious host was. I wondered briefly if this was the client you had talked about earlier. Fear sliced through me as my imagination took hold and I wondered if this whole job and business trip was all an elaborate ruse. My breath came quicker as my thoughts continued. If it was so, in less than 24 hours you had successfully conned me into thinking I had landed my dream job, stolen my clothes, kidnapped me and now held me hostage in this place and no one would be expecting to hear from me for days yet. To my friends and family, I was away on business. Certainly they would think nothing of not hearing from me, assuming I was busy learning my new responsibilities.

I felt my anxiety reaching a frenzied height as my thoughts continued down this road. I could hear the rhythmic slap of the reigns as the man in front of us continued to urge his ponygirl to an unknown destination. The click of my high heels on the floor echoed in my ears. My vision blurred as frightened tears welled up in my eyes. The uncertainty of what was waiting at the end of this hall was overwhelming.

The man turned around and taunted me with another stare. This time I did not have you to hide behind as you were following behind me with your hand ready incase I needed another swat to keep going. His beady eyes raked over my exposed upper body and his tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick his lips as he ogled my pert and breasts and hardened nipples.

I slowed my pace slightly as he continued to appraise me. I did not want to get too close but the crack of your hand on my reddened behind had me yelping and stepping forward once more. He laughed as you spanked me and allowed his eyes to roam over my flat stomach to my barely concealed sex that peeked out from under the makeshift skirt you had fastened around my waist. I saw his eyes light up with glee as he noticed the juices that were trailing down my thighs, offering undisputable proof of my recent use and now seemingly constant state of arousal.

He lifted his gaze again and blew a kiss to me before nodding in appreciation at you. "She'd make a fine filly," he spit out and laughed again as he turned around and urged his ponygirl around a corner.

I let out a sigh of relief as he left my sight and I turned my head to look up at you. “Mr Mason, please,” I began. “Please tell me what you want from me?” I trembled slightly, still afraid of what the answer would be. “What is this place,” I pleaded.