C.P. Mandara – The Riding School (Review, Excerpt, Interview, & Giveaway)

The Riding School by C.P. Mandara

Series: Pony Tales #1
Source: Review by Request
Copy Provided by Publisher
My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars

Meet Jenny. She’s rich, spoiled, rude and obnoxious. She’s also just been signed up for the BDSM ride of her life – without her consent. An intensive training course at the Albrecht Stables is not what it appears to be and training to become a human pony was not on Jenny’s to-do list.

The trouble is, how do you escape when you’re tied up, gagged and constantly sexually aroused? Which Master or Mistress do you turn to for rescue? And what do you do if you suspect you might actually be enjoying yourself?

This is Jenny’s adventure into the world of BDSM and pony play. She’s about to find out just how much effort it takes to become a pony girl and that she has no choice but to excel in every aspect of her training or she may never stand a chance of being released from her bondage.

Book One features Jenny’s abrupt induction, where she finds herself being stripped naked, medically examined and intimately measured for her new uniform – as a pony girl.

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Oh Yesssss
I’ve just discovered a naughty new series!

As of now, you are an animal. There will be no speech, no clothes and no conscious will of your own. Ponies are no longer seen as human and your sole purpose in life will be to please your owner. You would do well to remember that.

WARNING: This book is not meant for squeamish readers!

This was not my first rodeo with pony play – Ha! ‘Rodeo’! See what I did there? – the theme has been touched on in several pieces of power-play erotica over the years. However, this was the first book/series I’ve read which exclusively focuses on the Pony-Play theme… And I’m already smitten!

We didn’t even make it to a full pony scenario in this short story, so I can’t wait to continue this series. If this book is any indication of what can be expected from the Pony Tales series, I believe I’ve stumbled across something quite special!

Jenny Redcliff

She was Jenny, she was not a filly, she was not a pony and she was certainly not going to be an animal for someone’s entertainment.

Jenny is a lazy spoiled heiress shipped off to an equestrian school by her father. She thought she would be spending the week perfecting her riding skills, but she was oh so very mistaken.

I’m still coming to terms with the fact that it was her father who made arrangements for Jenny to be trained by the masters at Albrecht Stables…

Jenny checks into the hotel only to find herself captured and tied down by two old ladies… She’s stripped of her clothing before the two women begin taking detailed measurements – inside and outside – for her new leather uniform.

I love that we had the opportunity to see things from the perspective of the captors in addition to Jenny. The two women in the tack room were professional and single minded in their effort to outfit the new filly…

And I cant wait to see more of Master Mark in the next books!

Master Mark

It wasn’t a secret that he preferred it when the trainees played hardball. Give him obstinate, unruly, rude, sarcastic, narcissistic or greedy any day. They were a lot more fun to tame than the ‘Miss Goody Two Shoes’ variety. Jenny was definitely not going to fall under the latter category and that was so much better, She already had him smiling.

Oh yes, Master Mark, the proper Englishman who strolls into Jenny’s personal nightmare looking like a god in riding clothes *fans self* I definitely need to see more of Master Mark. I be he has delightful plans for Miss Jenny!

Inventory of Kink:
– Abduction
– Non-Con
– Bondage
– Discipline
– Medical Kink
– FF Action
– Edging
– Forced Orgasms

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Agnes popped her head through the door and waggled a green first aid kit in the air. ‘Are you ready yet?’ she asked.

‘Give me five minutes and then you can wake sleeping beauty up. There’s no point having her conscious before absolutely necessary.’

‘No arguments here, I’ll just finish my coffee and have a look through her paperwork.’

Hetty didn’t bother to respond, already too absorbed in the tools around her. On her trolley she placed one gleaming pump action bottle of silky smooth lubricant, the thin version rather than the nasty, thick, sticky stuff. Next she added a twelve inch ruled glass dildo of the slimmest size available, and placed the medium next to it for good measure; she couldn’t be running back and forth for things at her age. A black inflatable dildo followed and that completed the necessary equipment for the vaginal exam, bar a stainless steel speculum and some long cotton swabs. The rectal exam would follow with similar equipment, just much smaller in size. She brought the items back into the tack room and smiled when she saw that Agnes had brought back a couple of plastic tubs, one with warm water inside. Dropping the two speculums into the tub of water, she changed her gloves for a fresh pair and waited for the smelling salts to do their thing.

Agnes didn’t have to wave the rather potent bottle of salts under Jenny’s nose for long before her eyes snapped open. Then a gaggle of incoherent would-be screaming followed.

‘She’s all yours, Hetty.’ Agnes picked up her notepad once more.

Jenny’s eyes goggled as rubber-coated fingers began to exam her groin, brushing through her pubic hair to inspect the underlying skin beneath, pushing and pressing into the flesh, separating her labia majora and raising the hood of her clitoris to touch the little nub beneath. A moan escaped through her gag, she couldn’t help herself. What on earth was wrong with her?

‘A Brazilian wax definitely seems to be the fashion of choice at the moment,’ commented Hetty, ‘although I think you’ll look much prettier when you’ve been properly readied for pony play and all that nasty hair is removed.’

Agnes nodded her head in agreement. ‘It helps for your trainer to be able to see when you’re aroused, too. There is nothing like a little pony that’s hot to trot with glisteningly wet and swollen labia.’

Hetty squirted a thin trail of lubricant on two of her fingers before slowly parting her subject’s inner lips and sliding them inside her vagina. She checked Jenny’s uterus and ovaries and the surrounding skin for abnormalities, such as cysts or lesions. ‘Right, that all seems to be fine.’

Taking the larger speculum out of the warm water, she dried it on a piece of clean white linen and slowly slid it into Jenny’s vagina. It slid in easily but her patient began to struggle furiously once more.

Agnes put two fingers to the carotid artery on Jenny’s neck and checked for her pulse. ‘She’s going into overdrive again. I think we need a little relaxant, if you know what I mean.’

Hetty smiled and withdrew the speculum slowly, placing it back in the water. ‘A freebie? Hmm, well just this once, I suppose.’ Hetty’s thumb and fingers went back to their earlier position, separating the outer lips and pulling the hood of the clitoris back to expose its slightly swelling occupant. With her free hand she managed to squeeze a dollop of lubricant onto the tip of her index finger in a one-handed motion – it was amazing what you could do with years of practice – and applied light pressure to the tip of Jenny’s clitoris. Just a few seconds of pressure and then she began slow, circular movements which teased the little nub into life.

Agnes came alongside to help with the ruled glass dildo. She rested it at the entrance of Jenny’s vagina and applied light pressure. It wouldn’t be able to slide in until its subject had become thoroughly aroused.

Hetty continued her attentions, light little taps, soft palpations and then a little bit harder, rubbing in quick concentric circles.

A long, thin line of dribble began to seep from Jenny’s lips as she began to moan helplessly.

‘I think our little pony likes to play,’ said Agnes, winking at her colleague.

‘Oh, I suspect she’s played many times before. Her paperwork states that she brings home a different man nearly every day of the week and I suspect it’s not business related. The forms state that our little pony here has never even managed to get a job, let alone hold one down, due to laziness mostly.’

‘Well, laziness isn’t a trait that will be tolerated here and I’m sure she’ll soon mend her naughty ways,’ said Agnes thoughtfully.

Jenny barely heard any of the conversation that was going on. Her buttocks had begun to bounce up and down on the leather horse with rhythmic frequency and her breasts were bouncing in unison with proudly erect, straining nipples. Heat had begun to pool within her face, turning it a deep shade of plum. She was beginning to breathe heavily through her nose and was clenching her fingers tightly inside her palms.

‘Oh, we’ve got movement on the dildo,’ said Agnes. It was beginning to slide quite comfortably inside the slippery lips placed before it and if possible, Jenny went a shade darker in colour as she felt the cold glass begin to penetrate. Whilst Henrietta continued to masturbate the trainee, Agnes gave the dildo a little more pressure in encouragement and was rewarded when it began to sink inside its occupant.

‘Six inches and counting, Hetty,’ she said.

Hetty now placed two fingers upon Jenny’s clitoris and intensified the speed of movement.

‘Seven inches.’

Agnes began to pump the dildo in and out as Jenny raised her backside off the leather. ‘She’s going to make the most wonderful pony girl. Just look at the expression on her face.’

Hetty turned her attention back to her subject’s face and was quite surprised to see a meek little submissive, almost ashamed of the orgasm she was about to have, panting and heaving for breath whilst nearly foaming at the mouth. Indeed she looked quite tortured in the throes of passion and any Master would be extremely pleased with that particular look during training. Hetty’s fingers found their final rhythm and with a measured pressure, they would send the pony girl off to ‘O’ land in a few seconds.

‘Eight inches and we’re stopping. It won’t budge any further,’ said Agnes.

‘She’ll need to work on that. Eight inches won’t do at all.’

Agnes nodded.

Jenny tried to scream yet again. This time it would have been a full throttle scream of pleasure had it been able to escape. As it was it was pretty impressive, and had another line of saliva dripping down her cheek to pool on the floor beneath her. As her pussy began to convulse around the dildo she rode wave after wave of the strong contractions that had assailed her body before a fit of trembling overtook her. No-one had said a word the entire time and nor had anyone looked at her face. It should have been a very cold, dispassionate experience, and yet that had not been the case at all.

Agnes slowly slid the glass dildo back out again and placed it in the used receptacle box. ‘Your turn again,’ she said.

The shiny, black, inflatable dildo was picked up and admired. It would be used to measure what kind of width the trainee would be able to manage comfortably on her initial training. Hetty licked her lips and covered the black plastic in lubricant. The penis-shaped inflatable was then slowly inserted inside Jenny, who at the moment appeared rather desensitized to all that was going on around her. The new dildo barely needed the aid of lubricant, sliding deeply inside its victim with little additional help needed. When Hetty was confident that she had inserted it as far as it was able to go she began to use the small oval-shaped pump which was attached to the dildo by a black quarter-inch tube.

‘Let me know when you feel a little pressure, Jenny,’ said Hetty, but Jenny still looked mindless with pleasure and made no acknowledgment. One pump, then two, four, six and finally on the seventh pump of air Jenny began to protest in little staccato bursts, having finally snapped out of the aftermath of her delicious orgasm.

‘Jot down an inch and a half, Aggie,’ said Hetty, who was now deflating the pump and slowly sliding the much slimmer dildo back out. A loud clunk announced that the inflatable dildo had joined its friend in the used box and would no longer be needed.

Jenny was feeling intense heat in her cheeks and embarrassment curled itself all the way through her body. Not only had she just orgasmed in front of these two old ladies, who happened to be complete strangers, but she had enjoyed herself. No, make that really enjoyed herself. She had never had an orgasm like it. It had ripped through her body with such force that she had screamed out loud without even realising it. Not one of the men she had sex with, and there had been a few, had managed anything even remotely close to that kind of tumultuous eruption. What was wrong with her? Wake up, she told herself, you must snap out of this weird dreamworld you have managed to create. Although she had a suspicious feeling that not even her subconscious could come up with something this bizarre.

A knock sounded on the door. It was loud, insistent and the owner of such a knock obviously did not want to be ignored.

‘Come in,’ both ladies chorused together.

A male head popped around the door frame. ‘Hello, Aggie, Hetty,’ he nodded to each and gave a rather dazzlingly bright white smile. ‘Just to let you know I’ll be in charge of the trainee filly when you’re done. I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that we need to show a firm hand with her at all times. Apparently she is what’s termed as “difficult” but we’ll give her the benefit of the doubt until her training begins.’ He winked at Jenny.

Jenny tried instinctively to cover herself up, acutely aware of how naked and exposed she was. Of course the effort was pointless. All of the most intimate parts of her body were on display and he didn’t even bat an eyelid. To make matters worse, the man was drop dead ‘I’ve died and gone to heaven’ gorgeous. He had a posh English accent, short black hair gelled upwards in soft spikes and chocolate-brown eyes. If that wasn’t enough, add tight white riding breeches, a white shirt, a pair of black knee-high boots and a matching riding coat. Most women would have melted into a small puddle before him and she was definitely one of them. He was quite possibly the most desirable man she had ever had the good fortune to lay her eyes upon and she had to meet him like this. Life was not fair. A groan of frustration left her lips as her body began to heat once more, blood pumping furiously through her. Oh no, she thought, this cannot be happening yet again. Gritting her teeth she tried to quell her reaction.

‘Did you want to help perform the exam, Master Mark?’ asked Hetty.

Jenny tried to shake her head in horror, knowing that as soon as the man’s fingers touched her she would explode. It had been bad enough being observed by the two old ladies, but having an attractive man there to witness these depravities would make it ten times worse. With all her might she willed him to say no.

‘Well,’ he paused, as if thinking for a moment, ‘how about I sit over here in the corner and watch? If you need a hand with anything you can let me know.’ The devilish smile he gave to the ladies indicated that he knew his presence would give an added torment to their victim.

Jenny tried to thrash about on the horse to let her feelings on the matter be known, but other than her bottom sliding around on the leather which was now slick with her own juices, there wasn’t much movement of any account and no-one paid the slightest bit of attention to her.

In a few brief seconds Mark had settled himself quietly on a wooden stool that would give him the best view of everything that would shortly be happening between Jenny’s legs. Hetty, meanwhile, had grabbed the larger steel speculum out of the water again and was slowly patting it dry with clean linen.

‘There, there, horsie,’ said Hetty, who had watched Jenny’s attempted protest with amusement. ‘Most of the fillies around here would kill for a few minutes of Master Mark’s time. Give him a few hours and I’m sure you’ll be drooling at the mouth along with the rest of them.’

That was exactly what Jenny was afraid of.

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Interview with C.P. Mandara

If you were to describe your book in only one word, what would it be?
Shaughty (That’s shockingly naughty, but all squeezed into one word…)

What would you say inspired you to write it?
Anne Rice’s ‘The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty‘ which is probably one of my all-time favourite naughty reads.

What was the source of inspiration for Jenny?
A cross between Nicole Ritchie, perhaps, and Cher from ‘Cluless.’ Jenny’s a superficial, pampered, bratty socialte and not particularly likeable at the start of the book.

What made you decide to focus on Pony play as your primary kink?
It intrigues me. I love all forms of BDSM, but Pony play is one of the power-games that offers almost total control to the dominant.

I also love the ‘uniform’ – leather straps, nipple clamps, bells, plugs, tails and THIGH HIGH PONY BOOTS! Add to that an element of humiliation at being turned into a human ‘pet’ and the role-play element of being ‘forced’ into tight bondage… and… well, let’s just say I’m having lots of fun writing this series.

Have you ever been hit by the infamous “writer’s block”? What did you do to escape it?
Yes. Sometimes it can take me two weeks to pick up where I’ve left off in a story, but as I’m normally writing two chapters at once, if I get stuck on one, I just move forward to the next.

What is your all time favorite book?
That’s a toughie. At the moment it’s probably Deborah Harkness’ ‘A Discovery of Witches,’ but I also love Jacqueline Carey’s ‘Kushiel‘ series.

What made you pick that one above all others?
Tormented love. I’m a sucker for a tormented love story where both parties are nearly crazed out of their minds with lust, but for some reason can’t have each other.

What’s the longest time you’ve spent working on a project?
Eight months. I can type 120 words per minute but I think up plot lines really s.l.o.w.l.y.

Would you say becoming an author has changed you? In what way?
Yes. I have no free time now.

Was there ever a time, during your work for this book, when you felt like giving up? What made you change your mind?
Haha. I pretty much feel like that the whole time I’m writing it – I do all the self-doubt and loathing and think it’s probably going to be the most dreadful book ever written. Then go back and read through what I’ve put down on paper and often, it’s not half as bad as I thought it might be.

What does your day-to-day life consist of? What else do you do, aside writing?
Well, after I’ve whipped and spanked the pony-boys and mucked the stables out, I confess that I have a love of a baking and a minion-like addiction to bananas. Enough said.

How do you deal with bad reviews or acid criticism? What would you advise other authors to that effect?
It’s probably easier for me to deal with them because my books are so controversial. I almost expect bad reviews because I know there are a lot of people who don’t like the premise of ‘non-consensual.’ So they don’t bother me as much as they should. In fact, when one reviewer at GoodReads gave me a one star review ‘I hate this’ and then went on to read the rest of the series rating them in much the same manner, I actually laughed out loud. I’m impressed that I can inspire such masochistic behaviour in others.

Without giving us spoilers, of course, what can we expect from the next in the The Pony Tales series?
Learning the Ropes? Lots of alpha male deliciousness with Master Mark. There’s also a bit of edge play in the form of breath play and a jolly good spanking. Jenny finds herself fitted with a yummy practice harness and the villagers get to have a bit of fun with her in the stocks.

What do you have stored for us in the future? What are you working on/planning on next, aside from this series?
I’m working on two projects at the moment. One is a paranormal BDSM vampire series, which will begin with a short, 8,000 word novella, ‘Dancing with Death,’ which is due for release on the 11.2.2014 in an erotic anthology, which is still a bit of a #secretproject – but details on the other authors involved are going to be released tomorrow. So here’s a shameless plug:

Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids.
The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.

If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.

I’m also working on the last book in the Pony Tales series ‘The Ties that Bind.’ It’s going to be a long one I fear!

What made you decide to become an Author?
I love writing. I love day-dreaming. The two combine pretty well in my opinion.

What would you say was the toughest part?
Marketing your books. Writing them is the easy part – getting people to read them, now that’s the tough bit. I have to say that I’m having almost as much fun with the marketing side of things as I am the writing. I guess you just have to explore all your options.

Did you hire professionals for editing, cover design, formatting?
I’m with ‘SteameStuff‘ publishers, so thankfully they do all of that for me. If I chose to go down the self-publishing route, however, I would most definitely seek out professionals.

How long did the production part take, from the moment you began working on the manuscript to when you hit ‘Publish’?
For ‘The Riding School,’ is was probably only a couple of months because it’s such a short novella. The last two books in the Pony Tales series have taken up to eight months to write. Some of the scenes require a bit of research and I’m not entirely against hands-on research, if the book requires it. 🙂

Where is your work being distributed, Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, AREbooks/Omnilit, some other distributor? How did you decide which one(s) to go with?
I think they’re just about everywhere and they’ve recently been made available in paperback format, too. I have little say in the matter, SteameStuff takes care of that side of things.

If you could turn back in time and do things differently, would you? What would you change?
For the first three novellas, I would go and change the head-hopping a little bit. The POV changes quite rapidly and as a new writer, I hadn’t realised how annoying that can be for readers. (That’s why I like critical reviews – they’re the only way my writing stands a chance at becoming better!)

Fun facts:

If you could wish for any one thing, and it would immediately come true, what would you wish for?

If you were stranded on an isolated island, what’s the one item you’d absolutely wish to have with you?
Hugh Jackman.

Name your favorite fruit.
Banana. Or Mango. Or Banana. Or Mango. This could go on for quite some time…

Coffee or tea?

Favorite season?
Summer. It’s holiday season, it’s hot and G&T’s are far tastier when you drink them outside. Honest.

How about favorite time of the day?
It’s the evening and when I sit down to write. I love what I do, what can I say?

Were you a Girl Scout?
You must be joking.

Favorite food for breakfast?
I’m not really a breakfast person, I usually just have a mug of coffee and a piece of fruit.

What is the latest book you’ve bought and read?
Deborah Harkness’ ‘The Book of Life‘ – and BOO HOO it’s the end of the trilogy.

Do you collect things, like stamps, or key chains, or shoes?

Favorite color, you know you want to tell us!
Bright red.

Drama or comedy?

Do you have a favorite quote or personal motto?
Veni, Vidi, Vici.

Cats or dogs?
Dogs. I like their unerring loyalty and the fact that they do not bring in dead mice. I do admire cats and their independence, though.

Dinner by candlelight or a night out clubbing?
Candlelight every time.

Do you have a favorite Book Boyfriend/Girlfriend?
I think J.R. Ward has some tremendous book boyfriends in her Black Dagger Brotherhood series and I’d probably have to pick Vishous.

Do you have a guilty pleasure?

Favorite Swear Word?
You want me to pick one? I think they’re all great, but best used sparingly in stories. Then they add more weight when you actually use them.

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About the Author

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Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
Those in the BDSM world might wonder whether Ms Mandara is a top or a bottom. Is she currently training a herd of pony boys or is she stabled up, in full leather tack, with the pony girls? It’s a good question. Answers on a postcard please…

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4 thoughts on “C.P. Mandara – The Riding School (Review, Excerpt, Interview, & Giveaway)

  1. Thank you for hosting me today, Shurrn. It’s an honour to be here! I’ve just now had a sneak peek at your review of Anne Rice’s ‘Claming of Sleeping Beauty’ and it made me giggle. I, too, was an underage reader of deliciously naughty erotica 🙂


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