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“Look at her,” Maddie said as we cut up some chicken.
I checked the screen. Mel was holding her tits to her face and licking Duke’s cum from them, sucking on her own nipples, too.
“She’s incredibly sexy, Jim. You’re a lucky man.” I nodded in full agreement.
About twenty minutes later, Maddie and I returned with a big tray of food. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mel watching us as we set down the two big bowls of Chinese chicken salad, two large goblets of wine, and some fresh ciabatta rolls.
We sat at the table about ten feet from the nearest corner of Duke’s, and now Mel’s, fenced in area.
“Thank you so much for having me over today. I like your new puppy. I must say, you have made good progress with your little bitch.”
“Well thanks, Maddie. That means a lot coming from you. Cheers!” We ‘clinked’ our glasses and drank deeply of the chilled Pinot Grigio and then attacked our salads.
“Your Mel’s pretty obedient,” Maddie continued. “But, I wonder how tough she is?”
“Yeah,” I said between bites. “I think she’s pretty tough, but we haven’t really ‘gone there’ before. Well, just spankings, really. But we’ve talked about it. She says she wants it very hard, so we will see how it goes. Oh my God, did you see her face when you told her to get the cane?”
Maddie laughed hard and we ‘clinked’ our glasses again.
“That was priceless, wasn’t it, Jim? I Thought she was going to cry.”
I looked at one of the screens, watching Mel watch us as we talked about her like she was… a puppy dog that couldn’t understand our conversation.
This was part of the plan. I wanted her to feel subservient to me, and to Maddie. I needed to give Duke some time to recover so he could really cum hard, but I was afraid Mel might start to lose that subspace feeling during this down time. So this was my way of keeping her ‘in the scene’. Humiliation, embarrassment, forced subservience, mixed with some good old-fashioned physicality… that ought to do it.
As we talked more, I took a nice little strip of chicken and flung it towards Duke. It sailed through the air, went between the fence gap and he gulped it down quickly.
“Good boy!”
I broke off a piece of the roll and flung it towards Mel. However, it hit the wire in the fence and bounced back towards me.
“Aww crap.”
I got up and kicked the bread across the concrete towards Melanie, and it hit the bottom of the fence and stopped.
Maddie and I both watched as Mel reached through the fence and picked up the bread, with her hand, and stuck it in her mouth.
“She did that. She really just did that. After all the nice things you just said, too.” So I was going over the top a little bit; it’s a scene, remember? “Jesus Christ. I’m so embarrassed, Maddie. I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Maddie raised her eyebrows, shook her head, and made that tsk tsk tsk sound with her tongue. She knew.
Mel looked around and stopped chewing, wondering what the hell she’d done wrong.
“Go ahead and swallow, bitch. Good girl. Now, sweetheart, what’s at the end of your arms?”
“Um…” she pondered, wondering what I was getting at. Then I saw her face change as the realization set in.
“Oh, Daddy. I’m so sorry. Paws. They are paws, not hands.”
“Yes they are,” I said sternly as I walked over and picked up the flogger. “Put your paws against the fence.”
She rose up on her haunches and placed her paws against the fence, pressing them flat.
Duke looked at me.
Shit. He may not like seeing his woman get punished.
“Duke, crate.”
He followed orders and went inside to his crate in our bedroom. I shut the sliding door behind him so he wouldn’t venture back out.
I went back to find Mel still against the fence. I whipped each of her hands/paws five times, just with a medium stroke. Hands are pretty tough, so I knew it stung but didn’t do much else other than get her attention.
I stopped and nodded at Mel, who subserviently lowered her head and started to crawl back to Duke’s bed.
“Mel. Stop.”
I turned to Maddie and lifted my hands up a little, palms up, shaking my head.
“What did I do to deserve this? Is she being obstinate on purpose!”
I turned back to see Mel on all fours, worried to death about what her latest transgression was, and what the penalty would be.
She watched as I lowered my head and shook it a couple times in disgust.
She pled to me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I really am!”
“Honey, you don’t even know what you’re sorry for. We talked about this. When I teach you something important, you should…”
“…thank you for it. I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry I embarrassed you in front of your new lady friend. I will do better next time. Thank you for teaching me.”
“Mel, my lovely bitch. The next time is now. Come over here, good girl. Stay on your knees and put your paws on the fence again… go higher, higher… now press your tits against the fence… harder… lean against it so your titflesh spills through the openings… good girl.”
The diagonal wires in a chain link fence create a diamond pattern, and Mel’s ample breast flesh pressed through a lot of these diamonds. Her nipples seems to stand out particularly strong.
“Keep your eyes open, honey. Watch Daddy as I teach you.”
Gripping the flogger tight, I reared back and let it fly.
Smack!
“Owww!” Mel moaned, rather stunned by the pain. “Thank… thank you… Daddy.”
Smack… SMACK!
Oh those two really hurt. I could see red marks forming on her tits, and of course her nipples were rock hard.
Mel struggled but got out a meek little “thank you.” She started to pull away from the fence but she caught herself just in time, and redoubled her efforts to mash her tits hard into the fence.
I have to admit, I really got off on hurting her tits. Something from my childhood I’m sure, but I really loved it.
“Does it hurt, baby girl?”
“Yes… Daddy.” She whispered. “But, in a good kind of way. Thank you for asking.”
Smack SMACK!
“You want to rub them, don’t you. Try and make them feel better, right?”
“Yes Daddy,” she sobbed quietly. “But I won’t. I want…(sniff) you to be proud of me. And thank you.”
She sniffed harder, her eyes watery from the sting of my flogger.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!
Goddamn, my cock was fucking rock hard.
Tears flowed down her cheeks and her nose ran, but she didn’t scream or break down, or wipe her nose. She breathed raggedly, though. And when she tried to talk her voice cracked, and her shoulders jumped a little.
She whispered, “Thank… you… Daddy man.”
I turned to Maddie, who by this time had gotten up from the table for a closer look.
“She’s pretty tough,” Maddie said, impressed. “I’ll give her that.”
Mel looked her in the eye, defiant. She cleared her throat and spoke loudly.
“I can take whatever you have to give, Mistress Maddie.”
I gave her one last Smack across both tits, my hardest hit yet.
She flinched a tiny bit, but defiantly held Maddie’s gaze.
“Thank you very much, My Owner.”
I smiled, realizing she was getting a little bratty, and finding I liked her being bratty.
“Scoot back, bitch,” I ordered. “But stay upright. We need to see.”
As Mel inched her way backwards, her breasts stuck to the fence for a moment, being as they were smashed in so hard. The tips of her breasts were a bright red mass, only on the edges could you see individual red stripes. Curiously, the chain-link fence left white imprinted diamonds, creating a stark contrast to the battered areas.