Maybe what I was supposed to do was hump his hand?
Oops.
The sting of his hand smacking my dick had me barking and wagging my upper tail faster, showing him how fancy it was. “Master...”
“Did I tell you that you could hump yet?” His stern voice made the wagging worse and all I could think about was humping him again.
“I...I don’t know.” Shoot.
That was the wrong answer because the ball went rolling again as Master smacked my bottom with the paddle. “Fetch, pup.”
Faster.
Faster.
Smack.
“Go get a drink, slut.” Master barely tapped my dick with the paddle and laughed when I jumped. “Such a nervous slut. Run faster. Get your drink.”
Yes, faster.
Running was hard but fetching was even harder.
Everything wagged and everything got smacked and everything got drank.
Juice.
Juice.
Run.
Water.
Oh, the juice was gone.
“Wag faster, slut.” Master gave my lower tail a teasing tap. “Speak.”
Squeaking might’ve counted since I’d been so startled, but I barked anyway. “Woof.”
Ugh.
I needed...I needed to...to practice. Yes. “Woof.”
Oh, more smacks with the paddle.
Faster.
Faster.
“Fetch.” The bell rang so far away. “Faster, slut. Show me how you wag.”
I was...
It was...
I was so fast, yes...
“Good pup, slut.” Master’s hands were suddenly all around me as he pulled me onto his lap, petting my back and teasing my bottom around my tail. “Close your eyes and wag like a good pup. Show me what a cute pup you are, slut.”
