I walked along the side and down around the end of the large building.
“Trot.”
I picked up the pace and jogged around the outside, making two complete circles when he yelled, “Canter.”
“Oh s**t,” I whispered. I ran around the arena and was starting to tire. He was right. I’m a little out of shape. I slowed and nearly came to a stop.
“To the center!” he yelled.
When I got there I was told to bend over and grab my ankles. He struck my ass five times. Each were extra hard. Then I was sent back to resume running.
After completing three more laps, I was quickly getting out of breath. Luckily he yelled, “Trot.”
For nearly twenty minutes he put me through my paces. I thought I would die, but I didn’t want him to use the horse whip on me again.
“Walk to your trainer, slave.”
When I got b
