purposefully do bad in training

I send a glare at the boss as I purposefully lost another race. I had no interest in receiving another 'reward' like the one he gave me last night. it was clear to everyone that i was losing on purpose and he had a very angry look appear on his face. after my third loss he marched up to me and grabbed me by the hair before dragging me away.

"you are one dumb horse," he said. "no most horses don't like rewards at first but you will learn it is much better than punishment." he then lead me to a wooden horse standing next to the barn the horse back was a wooden triangle and on its head was a pair of wires that lead to clamps on the end.

he had one of his men get me up to the horse only for me to wince at the pony tail plug was pushed further in. they fold my legs and use a belt on the side of the to keep them in place so all my weight is on the triangle tip. they then pull the wire and clip the clamps onto my nipples.

"you will stay on this till the end of day," he said. I just shoot him a glare while trying to find a comfortable spot on the horse while not pulling on the clamps. this is not so bad and much better then the 'reward' I would get if I put effort into winning.

He grins at my glare before hitting a button on the wooden horse head. this caused the wire to start rewinding back into the horse head and pulled me forward. this kept going till I was leaning about forty five degrees forward. he then took out a bag and threw it over my head and left me blind to the world.

"we will still see if you done want rewards after this," he said. I could hear foot steps going away so he must of left. so I just sat on the horse ignoring the pain it was giving to my pussy while trying to keep track of the time. I could feel my sweat start to build up under the heavy fabric of the bag and the suns heat. I try to shake the bag off but it is to secure and that just causes the clamps to pull tight on my breast.

After I don't know how long I felt a whip hit my back. I shoot up fully pulling on my nipple clamps causing me to scream even louder in pain. once I had recovered I tried to brace for another hit. after a few minutes of nothing I figured that it was just a one time thing. only to be proven wrong when the process repeated itself after what I believed to be an hour later. so they choose random times to hit me so I cant brace for it.

this caused some tears to fall down my face and be absorbed by the bag on my head. I'm no longer sure what is worse this punishment or the reward. at least the reward lets me feel some comfort. I had spent the rest of the day debating over it only to sigh in relief when the bag was removed and I was taken off the horse.

I was quickly dragged back to my pen and left their. looking at the spot from last night I felt more tears start to fall. I came to realize I much preferred reward over the punishment.