Puppy that starts whimpering and scrambling away when it sees me holding the spreader bar and a joint, cause it knows that means I’ve had a bad day and it’s in for a long night of my stress relief.
Course I’d catch it easy, collar and leash it to a post, face down on the floor. Nowhere to go. Force the spreader bar onto the crying thing, increasing the distance until its whole puppy cunt is on display, completely spread open and exposed.
I need some time to light up and smoke, so I’d settle into my chair, my puppy’s spread cunt the perfect entertainment. Press my boot against its cunt and order it to hump. Lazily smoking as I watch, occassionally pulling back to swiftly kick it and laugh at its cries and squirms in pain, completely unable to close its legs. This would go on for awhile as I nurse my joint, pulling out a piece of ginger and slowly, meticulously carving it. The scent would fill the air along with smoke.
Puppy knows what comes next and the crying only gets more desperate. Don’t make me get the muzzle. Slowly leaning down and rubbing the ginger through its aching folds and around its clit, liking how my toy instantly starts squirming away helplessly from the burn. I would ignore the adorable whining as the carved piece of ginger goes in its hole, stretching just a little, causing a firey burning sensation inside puppy’s cunt.
The burn would be overwhelming, pup unable to escape the feeling, too lost in the searing heat to hear me unbuckling my belt. The first whip of my belt is a surprise burst of pain, causing its hole to clench around the ginger, making the burning heat so much worse. Puppy would just have to lie there, each crack of leather on skin making it hurt inside and out, not enough willpower to keep its hole relaxed and not clenched down on the ginger. Take it so good, don’t you? I’d trail my belt over pup’s cunt, ass already bruised and burning. Of course I didn’t forget - pup’s need their cunts whipped. I feel so much more relaxed already. Such a good puppy!
