Rich Girl's Punishment
Rich Girl's Punishment.
*For Gabe. ^-^*
Gabe circled around his charge slowly, the dim light in the room enough to glint off his bared fangs as he walked. His bobbled tail bobbled slowly back and forth, and his fingers clutched the worn leather grip of the paddle and he grinned. How many times do you get to teach a lesson to someone who really deserved it? How many times in life did you get to right a wrong, that you watched every day? Just having the opportunity was enough to make the poodle grin, and the young canine tied down, whimper.
Brandy had taken a wrong turn. Well, several wrong turns actually. Several wrong turns, got off on the wrong bus, and went down the wrong shortcut. That's when she had met Gabe- and talked back to the wrong poodle. Now she was tied down to a large ladder in the middle of the dimly lit room. The back room of some dingy bar he had lead her too. She had been a fool to trust him, and now...
Gabe chuckled softly, stroking his favorite paddle along his fingertips as he eyeballed the young girl. Creamy, soft colored fur, delicious looking curves, and a sexy tail that swung and jerked as she wiggled her hips in vain. Trying to free herself. Gabe had to chuckle softly.
"Brandy, Brandy Brandy. "He said, letting the large paddle rest on his shoulder. He reached out to stroke along her shoulder blades, drawing a shiver from the girl.
"You've had this coming for a long time, you know. You deserve this- and I want you to know this is for your own good. "Gabe explained. The girl replied with something vulgar, no doubt, but the well placed gag around her soft, ruby colored lips absorbed all obscenities that spewed past her muzzle and turned them into the sound of muffled cries: music to the poodle's ears.
"Well young lady. I've observed your behavior for quite a while. Watched your progress from annoying, to irritating, to ungodly bitch. What is the matter with you? And that poor rabbit, subjected to all your "Witty" comments, and "hilarious" put downs. Did you even think about his feelings? The way you treat him is despicable..." Gabe continued.
"Whiskers..." Brandy thought. The surge of anger that rushed though her blood was incredible, indescribable even. Her wrists jerked hard at the binds, but they stuck tight, sealing her to whatever fate the poodle had in store for her.
"This is going to hurt Brandy. But I want you to realize again, this is for your own good. Do you know how we take care of spoiled brats where I come from?" He asked with a chuckle. Brandy whimpered, shaking her head meekly, but she already knew. She had a feeling how he was going to "Teach her his lesson."
The first blow came as a shock, causing a yelp from the poor puppy tied to the ladder. She had grown from the young, stringy teen to a plump, positively perfect personification of a young woman. Where she had thin, chicken like legs, now where plump, fleshed out thighs. The firm, rounded apple shaped ass was large and curved, jiggly and soft, while her chest and blossomed from flat to two generous spheres of sensitivity. Rounded with pale, pink nipples, ready to bud at the slightest of touches. Gabe murred, watching that rounded backside bounce helplessly from the stinging kiss of his paddle. Life was good. He arched his arms back, before arcing the paddle a second time.
WHAP!
The blow sent shivers down Brandy's spine and her bottom dancing firmly. The canine strapped to the ladder whimpered, struggling to get free, begging, pleading, pulling firmly on the ropes that adorned her wrists. Nothing worked.
WHAP!
"I hope your learning from this Brandy...I hope your learning that you can't go around treating people however you want. "Gabe explained, before letting the paddle drop to one side.
"Have you learned your lesson?" The poodle asked quietly. Brandy was quick to nod. Learned her lesson? Learned her lesson?! Of course she did! The moment, they very -moment- she got free she was going to give the poodle a piece of her mind, and a very firm ass kicking. Gabe chuckled quietly, lifting the paddle again.
"Mmmmm, I don't think so." He whispered. That's when Brandy froze. She could feel his strong fingers slowly working across her 95 dollar snake skin belt, undo it, and then the zipper from her 110 dollar designer jeans...and quickly, she could feel the cool air of the storage room against her 56 dollar Victoria secret panties. Summer edition, white laced, cotton, clinging to her round buttcheeks. She blushed like crazy, the color twisting the hue of her soft, lemon colored cheeks to a thick crimson of humiliation.
"Naughty girl." Gabe whispered, and the paddle got to meet the barely protected rump once more, slapping firmly against the nearly bare bottom.
Brandy screamed. Well, she would have screamed had she anyway of doing so. Instead a long, muffled squeal echoed in the room, and she wiggled wildly against the ladder, rocking it from side to side. The paddle struck again, and again, and again, three times in succession and quickly turning the snobby pooch into a sobbing young girl. Gabe smiled.
"Ahhh! Tears! Well, NOW were getting somewhere. Have you had enough?" He asked, holding up the paddle. Brandy began to nod, then froze, remembering quickly, what had occurred last time she answered such a question. She stayed frozen, and Gabe tsked.
WHAP!
She nodded her head like crazy. Gabe grinned.
"Alright then, lets see what the damage is like, eh?" The big poodle asked. Brandy would have asked what he meant by that- had she access to the full function of her muzzle, but she found out quickly enough. She felt his fingers hook themselves underneath the waistband of her panties and with a strong yank she felt them puddle around her ankles.
"Well now look at this big bottom." Gabe chuckled quietly. Brandy wanted to die. Her cheeks where a permanent shade of red now, she was certain. She was afraid she was going to pass out, with so much blood running from her body to fill her cheeks, giving an almost glowing color of red. Gabe simply giggled, tracing his fingers along the warm cheeks of the bare rear end in front of him.
"You know Brandy. I don't think You've gotten the full extent of my punishment...I mean, how could you with these plump cheeks. "He chuckled. Brandy simply whimpered in humiliation, tears trickling down her face as Gabe continued to tease her.
"I mean, this big butt must take those blows so well, I think we'll have to do it all over again. "he laughed, sliding the hot wood of the paddle over the twin globes of Brandy's rear. He gently, slide the thin end of that paddle begin her legs, causing the other canine in the room to squirm, arching her back and tensing almost completely. Gabe grinned.
"Now look at this..."The poodle chuckled, examining the soaked end of the paddle which he had lewdly pressed between the girl's thighs.
"You're a little damp honey, aren't you?" He smirked, and reached a paw down for a more personal check. Brandy squeaked, her eyes widening, and her hips squirmed wildly when she felt the finger tease between her legs. The moan, the blush and the juices all pointed to one thing, and when Gabe's paw came back soaked, he laughed.
"I can't believe your getting off on this. Ok you naughty little thing, lets see how you respond to this." He churred, and Brandy simply whimpered.
The first blow to her bared bottom, forced the twin cheeks to bounce and jiggle, the soft, pillowy behind Brandy carried around behind her was quickly turned a deep shade of red, and Gabe seemed ecstatic. Three more swats, all of them in the same place, letting the girl's butt get the full impact of the swats. Three more- the first were too the left cheek, these three were to the right, and finally, three across the both of them, making Brandy's behind a bright, bright shade of red.
"Ahhhh, Brandy. I think we're finished back here. "He chuckled, reaching a paw between her legs again. The mutt whimpered, blushing deeply, squirming helplessly- and leaked all over Gabe's paw. Her juices soaked it, regardless of how hard she tried to shut her legs and Gabe just murred, his other paw gently stroking along the thick bulge between his own thighs.
"Anyhow..."Gabe explained, reaching down to grasp the girl's shirt, lifting it up, over her head, and letting it bundle over her ears- the bra was next, and as it pulled away, two, large, perfectly plump sized boobs bounced into the open air, forcing Brandy to shiver. Her nipples were stone stiff, and those big breasts of her pushed though the open space of the ladder's steps, giving the impression of a picture frame. It was perfect.
"Now then, Brandy..."Gabe smirked, as he walked around to the front of the young canine.
SLAP!
Brandy squealed- finding out at that very moment, that her right breast was far more sensitive then her buttocks. The poodle snickered at Brandy's look of confusion. He was sure if she was able to say anything, it would probably be along the lines of : You told me the spanking was over!! Gabe smiled and shook his head.
"Now now. I said we were finished with your tush. I didn't say a thing about this big, round boobs of yours. "Gabe chuckled, his paws batting at the orbs like a feline would bat at the window blind. Brandy whimpered helplessly, watching in horror and undeniable arousal, as Gabe stroked, caressed, and teased his fingers over her sensitive chest.
WHAP! SLAP!! SMACK! WAP!
Two strikes to both breasts, four strikes in total and one very wet, squirming canine. Brandy wriggled helplessly, whimpering, watching.
WHACK! SMACK! SCHRAP! BAP!
And suddenly- Brandy couldn't take it anymore. She could feel it coming and she couldn't stop it, and she arched her back, crying out so loudly that Gabe froze his paw in the air, surprised at the sudden outburst. He grinned when the scent hit his nose- the scent of arousal, and lust and ultimately- satisfaction. Hot, and creamy, her legs were splattered with it, the juices running down her inner thighs, making her fur messy, wet, and sticky. She came, and she came hard.
"My, my, my. Isn't this the embarrassment to end all embarrassment." Gabe chuckled, as Brandy turned her head, blushing deeply.
"Mhmmh...Rmm mrr?" Brandy whimpered. The gag was removed.
"C, canni g, go now?" She asked shyly. Gabe smiled.
"Not just yet my dear...not just yet. "He explained, and slipped the gag back over her muzzle. He tip toed behind her, his erection pounding in his trousers- That was soon rectified as he unzipped his pants, and lifted the heady, plump head of his poodle cock towards Brandy's blazing backside.
"Hold still sweetie..."He murred, squeezing his cock gently under his fingertips. One stoke, followed by another, followed by a third- It didn't take long. Brandy squeaked in surprise when she feel the hot bursts of semen splash across her bottom, the hot poodle cream rubbing gently down her cheeks that caused a tickling sensation- quite enough to make her squirm. But when she felt the big glob of poodle cream running down the very crack of her rump, she squeaked, feeling a second, much weaker orgasm rushing though her. This was all so naughty, and so kinky, and so wrong, that it just fueled her libido like nothing she had ever felt before, and regardless of this strangers intent, she felt satisfied in a way she hadn't felt for a long time.
The binds were loosened, and she fell into the strong arms of the strikingly handsome poodle.
"Now lets get you home. "He whispered...