The sun is hot outside and my ponyboy is ready to be broken in. I'm dressed to impress in my cowgirl finery, complete with a hat, boots, corset, and leather chaps. My trusty crop is at the ready, and I'm not afraid to use it.

As we start our ride, I give my ponyboy a few swift cracks to get him in line. He whines and complains, but I know he needs a little discipline to perform at his best. The sound of the crop cutting through the air is music to my ears as I guide him through his paces. ????

Once he's warmed up, I take my place riding him side saddle, still cropping him ...

The sun is hot outside and my ponyboy is ready to be broken in. I'm dressed to impress in my cowgirl finery, complete with a hat, boots, corset, and leather chaps. My trusty crop is at the ready, and I'm not afraid to use it.

As we start our ride, I give my ponyboy a few swift cracks to get him in line. He whines and complains, but I know he needs a little discipline to perform at his best. The sound of the crop cutting through the air is music to my ears as I guide him through his paces. ????

Once he's warmed up, I take my place riding him side saddle, still cropping him occasionally to keep him on his toes. But as he gets into stride, I switch to shoulder riding, making him prance and dance under my full weight. My ponyboy is put through his paces, and I'm the one calling the shots. ????