@threehopcs continued from here
Even with Clark's face underneath his foot, Calixto could practically see the pet's reaction as it realized everything leading up to this point was orchestrated by Calixto from the shadows. And what was the following words? Anger? Sadness? Tears? No. Just begging to worship and smell feet every night as Calixto's pet. There was no need for Clark to feel regret, because he accepted that a god wanted him.
It was a god that was punishing him too. He had heard about the spanking session, but even with the three men being meat heads, none of them would have heavier hands than Calixto. With more of his godly appearance revealed, there was only so much of his divine strength he could hold back. By number twelve, the handprint was staying on there, and the cheek was a dark pink.
"Oh no, piggy. You don't seem to know how to count. The next number was 'twelve.' Guess we'll have to start over again on the same cheek. Do I need to go harder for you to remember how to count?" he asked, letting the pet know that this wasn't even the strongest punishment Clark could have received. He rubbed the cheek as if to show there was still affection for him, fingers brushing against the wet hole that leaked onto his own legs. "If you get through this again with no mistakes, I'll show you how a good pet is rewarded. And don't worry about being loud. I don't mind," he added, making the area soundproof for their neighbors at the motel.









