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She is renamed, healed, and adjusts to her new puppy status.
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I'm naughty, get punished, and rewarded.
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Couple plays Master and 'Puppy-Girl'.
A small town girl's story of 'puppyhood'.
Naughty little puppy girl gets what is coming.
She learns that human pets don't get to choose.
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Mistress was displeased. She looked at me with cold eyes and a menacing smile.
"My little pet has forgotten herself." She said, that smile cutting into me, making me choke back a whimper that almost involuntarily rose to my lips. Instead though, I gave her a little impetuous grin, a challenging look.
She raised an eyebrow, shook her head and reached out and grabbed my collar, forcing me to the ground on hands and knees and staring at me with a hard, disbelieving look. "No No My dear, this will not do." Her eyes flicked around the room a moment, looking for something, then she looked back down at me.
"Stay," she ordered and stalked out of my field of vision. I considered disobeying, but a second later, she was back, and a click behind my head and a quick tug told me that she had clipped the chain link leash onto my collar. Not a word was spoken before she dragged me to the corner and tied the other end of the leash off at a ring in the wall.
Looking down once more, she shook her head, the smile gone. Trembling from the roughness of her handling, I cast my eyes down and whimpered a little.
"Naughty little puppy," She admonished, and the words sent chills through me. She walked away again, and I peeked up to see what she was doing, in the next moment wishing I hadn't. Coiled at her hip was the whip.
She saw my furtive look and returned it with a severe one, even as she shook it out across the floor. It snaked towards me with a hiss and a crack that made me cringe away from it, backing into the corner and attempting to disappear through the very wall.
She stalked towards me and dragged me forwards once more by the collar. "Keep still girl."
It was then I shut my eyes. I heard her walk away again, then heard the hiss again as it curled through the air and felt the searing sting as the light mesh panties I had been wearing disappeared with the whip into some oblivion. Another lash and my bra disappears too, and there I was, naked and chained to the wall under the wrathful gaze of the woman I worshipped.
There was a rustling next, sounded like paper. Weird. The she was back beside me, her hand on my collar, pressing my shoulders down, my bottom raising high and vulnerable into the air.
"So you want to be a naughty puppy." She chided, but with a hint of a smile in her voice and I heard yet another swish through the air, before a thudding stinging sensation burst across my behind. It was followed up my several more firm swats. They made me wriggle furiously and I could feel dampness building between my legs, but there was no real pain.
I looked up at her curiously, and caught her mid swing, arm raised, smiling down at me as she brought the rolled up news paper down onto my bottom again. I wriggled and yelped a little. She spanked me a long time like that, and despite the fact that it was only newspaper, my bottom grew red, and I began to whimper and writhe, pressing my bottom further up into the air, my legs spreading for my Mistress, displaying my arousal for her eyes and hers alone.
She moaned, and the next slap on my ass was from her hand. Then she moved behind me, and next thing a hard tip was pressing against my pussy. No caressing, no gentle seduction. My Mistress was simply going to fuck me.
I knew that in the instant she pressed deep into me and thrust her toy inside, holding my hips firm and began to pound in and out of my yielding pussy. She looped the chain around her hand and pulled back on it, pulling me back onto her as my moans and whimpers of pleasure echoed around the room, mingling with hers. Her cries became louder and her breathing more ragged, and then she was gone, gone from inside me, leaving me wanting, mewling pathetically, my hips seeking her again.
She chuckled at my need and slapped my bottom hard. My pussy ached deliciously, denied release, never have I felt so submissive to my beautiful Mistress.
She smiled with satisfaction, and, standing up, moved over to lay on the bed, patting the space next to her. "Here girl," she said, and I was up there in an instant, nuzzling her, pressing into her. She put her arms around me, smiling indulgently as I moaned with unfulfilled need.
I rolled onto my tummy and she turned towards me, kissing me softly and wrapping one leg over mine and separating my thighs. Her fingers caressed my bottom and dipped down to my pussy, fingertips brushing lightly across the smooth wetness.
Minutes drifted by like that, I lost in an erotic haze, my entire being at her fingertips. We fell asleep like that, she sated, me feeling loved to the core, my desires at her mercy.
I woke up with fingers pistoning in my pussy, hand curled in my hair roughly, teeth at my neck. I woke up moaning and panting. I woke up writhing, screaming with pleasure. I woke up cumming for her.
Afterwards, we melted together, her arms enfolded me once more and as I floated in a warmth that seemed to consume all of my being. I was hers.
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~You would think you'd feel degraded, not able to speak up about what you think, but it doesn't seem to bother you. You seem to do a lot better when you don't have the option of speaking for yourself, in fact.~
When I first met my little puppy, he was hardly docile. He was a brat, pure and simple. If he didn't get his way, he'd whine, holler, and complain for hours. He lived with his father and sucked the money out of his accounts one by one. I absolutely hated him.
He would come into his fathers office and flirt with every person in the building with a cock. I'm ninety percent positive that he'd fucked most of them. And he was only eighteen.
When I was hired on, he immediately became fascinated with me. I've no idea why. I never treated him nicely. Half of the time I merely rolled my eyes and ignored the obvious flirtation.
But he was a persistent little shit.
And because he was my bosses son, I had to at least be cordial with him. That didn't mean I fucking wanted to though. I thought he was a snotty little brat, after all. But I'd be lying if I said he wasn't the most adorable little fucker I had ever seen.
He is still the most adorable little fucker I've ever seen and he's nearly twenty one now.
My little puppy, with his adorable blue green eyes, velvety black hair that nearly kisses his chin when he moves his head and makes his pale skin appear even more luminescent, and a slim, tiny little body that he could move in ways that couldn't possibly be legal.
It had taken him a full year of persistence before I finally realized why he was the way he is. A couple months after he and I got together, he confessed to me that he had a plan, and the night that I found myself seeing the real, unedited and unfiltered Maxwell Parker had been something he had not planned out.
I knew that though. There was no way that my little puppy could've possibly known that I'd be on my way to pick up papers for someone else when he'd had a breakdown in the bathroom. He couldn't have planned that I'd walk in and see him bent over the sink, crying his eyes out, because I never walked that way. I never used that bathroom.
That was the day that the annoying, snobby, bratty, whorish Maxwell Parker stopped being a nuisance. That was the day I stopped judging him based on what he did and more on who he was inside of the snobby little head of his.
And on the inside, he wasn't nearly as horrible as he pretended to be. His bratty exterior was a boy who needed to be led, guided and cared for.
It took us about three months after that before I had the beautiful little thing in my bed. He was nothing short of perfection. He was docile, submissive almost as he let me completely own every goddamned inch of his perfect body.
It didn't take me long to realize why he desired me so much. I figured it out the third time we had sex, or rather after, when we were talking. He had said I wanted you so much because you exerted the power, the control that I had never had but desired so fervently.
I understood it immediately. He was so desperate to find someone who could give him what he needed, he would do anything.
The little puppy that I couldn't wait to get home to every night. The little puppy I fucked like an animal at least once a night. The little puppy who looked up at me with those beautiful blue green eyes that stared deep into my own as I moved inside of him.
That thought was what broke me completely out of my thoughts. I can't wait to be inside of him again. I can't wait to get home so I can hold him in my arms, to feel rather than know of his submission to me.
I found myself pushing the gas pedal just a little harder, hoping that I'd get home quicker. My little puppy hates when I'm late because I have to work all day.
My little puppy waits at home for me every day, and I get home to him as quickly as I can. When I get home, he'll have dinner done, and he'll be kneeling at the door, his soft blue collar hanging around his neck proudly.
So, when I pull into the driveway of our little three bedroom house and park, I hurriedly make my way inside.
I unlock the door and step inside. The first thing I see is my beautiful little boy sitting there on the floor in absolutely nothing but his collar. I smirk, looking down at him. He blinked up at me innocently.
"How's my little boy been today?" I asked and he smiles, yapping up at me cutely. He came forward and rubbed against the lower part of my leg.
"Have you been a good boy?" He nods his head, yapping again. I smile down at him, and set my bag down beside the door. "Such a good boy, you are." I tell him getting down on one knee in front of him and petting his head softly. He cocks his head to the side and rubs into my hand eagerly.
"Dinner smells delicious, pup." I tell him and he smiles, arching his head up into my hand. "Come on then, lets go. Daddies hungry." I tell him and he smiles happily, following behind me on his knees.
I lead him up to the table and tap the seat of the chair next to mine. He crawls up, sitting on the heels of his feet as I look at the meal he's cooked for us.
On the table sat two perfectly placed plates of lasagna, mashed potatoes and green beans. He poured champagne into the expensive wine glasses on the table. He lit a candle and put out a bowl of strawberries.
"You really went all out tonight, didn't you pup?" I asked, and he nodded happily. "Tonight is our two year anniversary isn't it?" I asked him and he nodded again. "I want you to speak tonight. Just until I take you up to bed to ravish you with pleasure," I told him and he nodded.
"I missed you so fucking much, daddy." He said softly. I smile a bit, putting my hand on his thigh.
"I missed you too, puppy." My little pup speaks, but only when he isn't in submission. He would never get punished for speaking, but he doesn't anyway. I think it's because everyone else expects him to have a loud, boisterous personality and I don't.
He picked up his fork and took a tiny bite as he looked at me with a blush on his face. "How was work?" He asked as I took a bite of the lasagna.
"It was stressful as always. Your dad really had a big position. I hope he's living it up in Maui right now." I laughed and he shook his head, a smile playing on his face.
"Last I heard he had a girlfriend." He told me, taking a small sip of his champagne. "She's younger, but what can I say, since I'm twenty one and you're what, ninety?" He joked and I smirked.
"Ninety seven, thank you." I joked and he laughed. I love that little laugh of his that reminds me of gentle tinkling bells being shaken by the wind. "I hope that I don't look ninety," I said, taking another bite of my food.
"Oh no, you're extremely handsome." He told me, shifting on his feet a bit. "I really didn't know you were thirty seven when I started hitting on you." I smiled and shook my head at him.
"You were such a little whore, puppy." I teased and he blushed, hiding his face behind his wine glass as he sipped again. I smirked at him as he fluttered his lashes to keep from letting me see how his pale little cheeks turned red.
"You love me, though." It was a self-conscious voice that he used, and though I knew he knew I loved him, it helps for him to hear it. He is a very self-conscious about everything.
"I do love you." I tell him, taking another bite and chewing slowly. "This is delicious. You are getting even better at cooking."
He smiled softly, looking up at me shyly. "Of course I am," He said confidently, "I have the best daddy in the world, he pays for me to take classes." I laughed and shake my head at him.
"You didn't even need the classes, pup. You cooked better than I ever did." I told him and he blushed again, looking away from me to keep me from seeing how embarrassed he was at the praise.
"I learned from my dads chef. I loved hanging out with Cassandra in the kitchen. She always let me try the foods she created." I smiled and shook my head at him.
He is so beautiful. My little pup may come off as a spoiled brat—and honestly, I spoil him probably more than his father did—but he wasn't entirely spoiled. He is actually the deepest person I've met.
He genuinely cares for people that've been hurt or misunderstood. I love it about him.
He was raised with a man who cared more for money than for his own child. He gave his money to his child to keep him hushed up about the way he was treated. He wasn't abused, he just wasn't loved like he deserved to be. His father wasn't around much, he worked all the time. When he was around though, Maxie was expected to behave as though he was an adult instead of a child. By the time he hit eighteen, he rebelled and his father figured the only way to keep him quiet was to give him whatever he wanted. His father loved him, I knew it and so did he, but he didn't show it in the right way.
"So, have you thought about getting a job?" I asked, and he sighed, nodding his head.
"I don't want to. I mean, I don't want to be here alone all day, but... I want things that a job will prevent me from having." He blushed, looking away from me.
"Well, I want daddy time. I want a lot of daddy time. And I was wondering... maybe you could take a couple weeks off and we could go to... France? Italy?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"I can," I said softly, and he nodded excitedly. "Just figure out when you want to go and where." I told him and he smiled softly at me.
"Yay!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands excitedly.
"I found something pretty interesting out earlier today," I started, sipping on my champagne. "I talked to your father and he told me that, well, I could retire soon." I told him and his eyes went wide.
"Really?" He asked excitedly. I nodded and he smiled a bit. "Well, what'd you say?"
"Well, I said that I would talk to you about it," I told him. "But, that I was sure that you'd be thrilled at the prospect of having more time with me." I said and his eyes widened, laughing a bit.
"You didn't!" I nodded. "He absolutely loathes you, you know?" He asked, and I shrugged taking another bite of my lasagna.
"I didn't do anything to him, really." I said, and he laughed.
"Besides get his little whore son to be a good boy for daddy," he said, looking over me with a heat in those blue green eyes of his. "I mean, you'd think Trevor Parker would be happy that his little boy was no longer creating bad press for him."
"I hate your father, Maxie." I said and he laughed, shaking his head.
"I hate my dad too sometimes." He laughed, looking around and then up at me. "I have missed you so much, daddy." He admitted softly, looking up at me with so much love in his eyes.
My little Maxie is the most affectionate boy I've met. He was so starved for love, attention and affection that when I first took him and I refused to make it hard and fast, he cried. His little body shook below me and he begged me to go harder.
But with Maxie, he didn't really want it. It was more of a please don't show me affection if you're not going to stay instead of a go faster you stupid asshole. I knew him better than I knew myself within three months of truly seeing who he was.
But we were two sides of the same coin because he knew me better than he knew himself as well.
After I had made love to every inch of his body that first time, he'd busted into tears, burying his face in my chest. He was distraught, telling me that he wasn't worth loving and that if I couldn't handle him being clingy that I needed to step away from him now.
"I have really missed you too, puppy." I said, running my hand over his thigh. He giggled, sipping on his champagne. He slipped his legs open a bit. "You're a naughty little puppy," I told him, smirking at him.
He blushed brig
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