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Punished Pup - Short Story
🕑 Added 2020-04-11 04:01:50 +0000 UTCWoo hoo! This is the short story accompaniment to "Punished Pup", commissioned by FangCanine. Please enjoy this early release- and thank you all for your support! <3
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It had only been a week since Fang had found a lovely leather collar on his pillow. He'd pawed the tag dangling from it, which read "Daddy's Pup", with reverence... and the first pangs of nervousness. The muscular wolf had been hinting to his friend Ace for months about his desire to be dominated, and everything seemed to be moving so fast after the tall, lean tiger had approached him with the intent to put everything out on the table. Turns out, Ace took to the idea like a fish to water. At the time, Fang had been overjoyed, and they'd excitedly discussed their desires for the new turn in their relationship. What was to be expected, what their boundaries were, what the rules entailed, and what would happen if rules were broken.
Of course, it would take some time to get used to the change. Though the first week or two of being collared had been filled with the utmost good behavior, there was a reason the idea of discipline had been floated. Fang was a relatively good roommate, but Ace was definitely the clean one, and sure enough, one day, Fang woke up to the sounds of Ace leaving the house for work and gone out into the living room to find the dishes from the previous night's meal gathered in a meaningful pile onto the coffee table with a note that said: "I expect these to be done. Be ready when I get home."
Heart -and crotch- pounding, Fang had hurriedly washed them all, nearly breaking a bowl when it slipped from his hands, which were shaking in a turbulent mix of excitement and nerves. He knew exactly what Ace meant by the note, as they'd discussed this very thing. Fang had hoped that his first spanking would be a playful one, or even a maintenance spanking, as discussed- but now, there was no escaping it. His first spanking would be a paddling. A punishment paddling.
The day flew by, despite the wolf's constant checking of the time. He had no idea when Ace would be home, so he'd donned his collar and removed everything but a pair of gym shorts so he'd be ready to leap into action when he heard the key turn in the door.
As soon as he heard the tell-tale sound, Fang leapt from the couch and sprinted to tuck his nose into a bare corner of the room, just in time for the tiger to enter. Ace didn't say a word as he set his backpack down and shucked off his work shirt, which made Fang even more nervous, somehow. The ticking of the clock on the wall above seemed louder with every passing second. He lost count, his bottom tingling in anticipation, unable to tell what Ace was doing or where he was.
Fang jumped as he heard a soft "click" of a leash being clipped onto his collar, and followed the tugging tiger balefully to his bedroom. Light flooded into the dimly-lit room via a large window, which Ace didn't bother to close, instead letting the sunlight bathe the bed in a warm glow as he led his friend to the foot of it. Unceremoniously, he unclipped the leash from the collar and stood at the window with his arms folded across his chest.
"Strip."
Fang leaped into action, eager and yet full of dread. This is what he'd been daydreaming about for countless hours, and now that it was finally happening, it was hard to believe. His cheeks clenched and unclenched at the sight of a paddle in the shape of a paw laying pointedly on the edge of the bed.
"Bend over, pup," the tiger commanded.
The wolf's breath caught in his chest as he did as he was told, crawling onto the bed and laying down, arching his back so his bare ass stuck out high in the air, and coiling his long tail over his back.
"I felt you run to the corner when I came home," the tiger said as he approached, reaching out for the paddle. "When I said I wanted you in the corner, I meant BEFORE I came home, not WHEN. You've earned yourself a double paddling, naughty pup."
Fang bit his lip, fighting back a moan as his growing boner pushed against the sheets.
Then, a yelp, as a loud and thunderous CRACK caught him by surprise, the paddle leaving a searing sting on his right cheek. He lurched forward, ass burning, tail curling instinctively over his buttocks.
"Answer me, pup," Ace growled.
"Y-yes, Daddy... I'm a naughty pup..."
Ace hummed his agreement, peeling Fang's tail away from his bottom. "Breaking position already? Better make that a triple paddling."
Fang couldn't help but look back as the tiger raised the paddle high in the air. The look on his face told the wolf that his roommate meant serious business.... and that he was in for a long, hard, first time meeting with that vicious paw paddle. The lingering red mark of the paddle's first strike was like a beacon, heralding the beginning of an unforgettable punishment the wolf would remember for years to come.
It would be a good long while before Fang forgot the rules again!
