“And you think this is okay, puppy?” I asked Gerard. Only 19 years old, Gerard Demonieu sat quivering, his knees vibrating on my new cherry wood floors, his emerald green eyes threatening to bubble up with tears. “You honestly think, after all that time I spent teaching you, that *this* is up to my standards?”
Gerard continued to sit, kneeling on the cherry-wood floor. “I’m sorry, Madame DuBois,” his rosy, full lips whispered. He squirmed a little in place. He knew he wasn’t allowed to move – not even to adjust his puppy-ear headband – until I gave the command.
My black stilettos clicked as I circled around him. Gerard kept his soft, manicured hands in his lap. He began to follow me with his gaze as I walked, but I snapped my midnight dragon-tail whip on the floor, and his chin snapped back to looking only forward, front and center.
Gerard looked very good today – in fact, his grooming and appearance exceeded my standards. His fluffy blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, and looked clean, conditioned and natural. The poinsettia speedo he was wearing accentuated the curve of his pretty young ass. And his posture as he kneeled on the floor – his back was straight. I always loved a good military boy.
“Puppy,” I said, standing directly behind him so he couldn’t see me. Gerard continued to look only straight ahead. “You used cow’s milk in the cereal.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“I only take coconut milk.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Do you understand your mistake?”
“… Yes, Madame.”
“And you understand you’re about to be punished, yes?”
Gerard again began to quiver. He did not look around at me, but I could hear his little sighs and breaths accelerate. “Yes, Madame.”
“Good. Please stand up.” I took the dragon-tail in my hands and ran my palms along its heavy, soft cord. “Go against the wall, puppy.” Gerard did as I said, standing up and going toward the wall. He put his hands and forehead up against it so he wouldn’t be able to see – just as how he practiced. “Good puppy.”
“Thank you, Madame.”
“Because you’re *such* a good puppy, you can call be Mommy for right now.”
A pause. I peeked at Gerard’s speedo – yes, he had become more excited. His girth was so large that it had also reached toward the wall all on its own. “Yes, Mommy,” he said.
“Good, baby,” I said. “Now close your eyes and take your punishment. It is good to be punished.”
“Yes, Mommy,” Gerard said, shaking. His muscular bare back was tan, smooth, and enticing. There were a few marks from yesterday, but mostly it was a new canvas.
I snapped the whip on the floor. “Stop shaking.”
He stopped.
“Coconut milk, Gerard.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
I moved back the dragon-tail, quietly calculating the whip’s trajectory. “Good boy,” I whispered, and snapped the whip’s tongue right on his ass.
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