“Good pup.” Master’s excited tone sent crazy, needy feelings flooding through me, but the smacks with the flexible paddle made it feel like he could keep it going forever. “Wag. Run faster, pup.”
Wag.
Run.
Shit. The paddle had a long reach.
“Oh, that made your dick jump, slut.” Master sounded like it was the most innocent fun we’d ever had together instead of him smacking my balls. “I’ll have to try that again.”
Fuck.
Faster. Faster.
Got it.
Picking up the nubby bits on the outside of the ball with my teeth, I turned and rushed it back over to Master. I wasn’t a pup but he was happy to see his pup. I wasn’t a pup but I liked his smile and he ruffled my hair like I was his good boy. “That’s right. Drop it.”
Obeying got me more rubs and even another smack of the paddle on my ass. “Such a good pup. Bark.”
“Woof.” I had a terrible bark, but being obedient got me more snuggly hugs and he threw the ball again.
“Fetch.” He smiled as his stern voice sent a shiver through me and the paddle swatting my thigh made me run faster. “Good fetch, slut. You’re a wonderful pup.”
I groaned as I dropped the ball in front of him again, but he pretended not to hear it and gave me a beaming smile. “That’s right. I know it’s so much fun.”
Ugh.
Roll.
Smack.
Fetch.
Roll.
Smack.
Fetch.
I raced around the room going faster and faster and doing my best to wag but it took so much work. I had to be fast because that got me the best smacks. If I barked, that got me pets. When I fetched good, he stroked my dick. “Good slut. That’s right. You’re staying so hard. I knew you’d like this game.”
Master was so mean.
But he smacked my bottom so good, and when he got my balls, it was like lightning shot through me. And I couldn’t help it if my dick liked it when he made me bark.
It wasn’t my fault I was a slut.
“Good boy.” Master hugged me against his chest, petting my back. “That’s right. You were wagging so hard. Go get a drink.”
Oh, my drink.
Yes, that would make me even faster.
Juice made everything better.
And if I was supposed to write drunk and edit sober, running drunk and getting fucked while I was asleep had to be a fabulous idea too.
There was a story idea in there somewhere, but I lost it as I took a big sip of the best juice ever. It was so good it made me fast as I ran back to Master for more pets and wags. Yes, part of me knew I had to remember the wonderfuleverythingbecause I needed to do something with it, but then he rubbed my belly and wagged my lower tail with his hand. “Oh, good wag, slut.”
