“Good puppy.” Your owner coos at you, kneeled by their feet while they work on some kind of important task at their desk. Of course, these kinds of things are far too complex for your simple puppy brain. you’re right where you belong.
whining a bit as the tea your owner poured in your bowl makes it’s way through you. C’mon puppy. You can hold it. Be a good puppy for your owner!
feeling a warm dribble drip onto the floor. whining louder now. Please, can’t I go? You think. Silly puppy. That’s not for you to decide.
Beginning to hump your owner’s boot as the pressure builds up, making you oh so desperate and wet.
Your owner noticing, “hm, what’s this puppy?” They ask. You’re too desperate to care. One thought in that little puppy brain of yours, and it’s that you need to go, now.
Hearing a gush as you leak on your owner’s boot. Whining once again, you know you didn’t listen. Good puppies hold it, and certainly don’t hump without permission.
“Bad puppy. I told you to hold it.” Your owner says, sternly. You can’t even look them in the eyes. “Now come.” They say, leading you by your leash.
Being brought to a large puppy pad on the ground. “On all fours, now.” They tell you. Of course, an obedient puppy like you listens.
SMACK
The sound of your owner’s hand spanking you is unbearably loud for your little puppy ears. But you were a bad dog. You need this, you need to learn your lesson.
The next hit produces a slow stream of drips from your poor, aching puppy bladder. You whine. It’s so, so hard to hold.
on the last hit, despite your silent prayers, a warm gush escapes you. You soak your legs, all down to the puppy pad. You can’t even think straight, the relief feels so good.
finally, the last few dribbles escape you. Looks like someone needs to be put in a crate.
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