I was just about finished with my pedicure and anticipating a mid-morning
when I saw Holly and Judy pull into the stable's parking lot. Why, I
wondered, has my
Mom called for reinforcements? What will be the next horror/task she wants
overcome/accomplish? Click/treat, click/treat, click/treat....ho, hum.
After the mandatory few minutes of "admire the horse", I find myself being
down to the arena by three women wearing fanny packs. Not so shabby, so
is also no trailer in sight, so I'm starting to anticipate playing the game.
Once we are in the arena, I am un-haltered with the expectation that I will
heels up and roll. What? Do you think I'm nuts? Remember I said THREE
Where's my clicker when I need it? Finally, my three admirers un-veil their
gathering for this meeting. I'm getting my sheath cleaned.
I have only had this done to me once in the last two years and I was
sedated at the
time (I also had my teeth floated, lovely procedure), so my memory is a bit
Anyway, here I am, minding my own business, and here comes Judy with a small
crop. No one hits me with anything, so I'm not scared, just curious. She
proceeds to rub
the crop all over me to make sure I know what it is.
I'm dealing with that
just fine when
all of a sudden.........she's touching my sheath! Now that's a sensitive
area, so I'm
keeping an eye on this girl, big time! After she does it a while, I'm
settling back in my
comfort zone when WHAMMY, where are her fingers? Also, much to my
embarrassment, she's pulling something she calls "Smegma" out of there and
showing it to
Mom and Holly. My humiliation is complete.
I resign myself to this with the help of the clicker and my treats. It
me what goofy things these ladies want me to do. Pretty soon I am so
relaxed that I start
to realize that this feels GOOD! Out goes my neck. My lips quiver and my
eye lids are at
half-mast. Don't stop! I barely notice Holly snapping pictures. I think I
will be needing
daily sheath cleanings. It's great to be a man!
It's hard to believe that I'm 11 years old and this is the first time ANYONE
has tried to
touch me (at least while I've been unsedated) "you know where". I sure am glad Judy decided to "desensitize" me
riding crop. No telling what I might do!!
I'm keeping an ear on her, but this isn't so bad.
OK, she's getting a little personal now.
Yikes!! That feels funny!
OK, I can get used to that.
Where did her hand go?
A little higher, please!
Checking for the Bean (different horse)
A fair sized bean;
some are smaller, some are larger.