She cursed her luck for being caught at another red light. Of course it had to be the day she was already running late. Her foot tapped nervously as she worried what would happen if she didn't arrive at the house on time again. They were always so...inventive.
To everyone else's knowledge, she had started working for the Madison's two months ago as a dog sitter while they spent the night out twice a week. While it's true that their corgis were spoiled rotten dogs, much of the dog equipment in the house was not actually for them. She had certainly never seen either corgi use the dog flap to enter the garage.
No, while the Madison's had two corgis, she was the Madison's bitch, and Mr. Madison had taken to affectionately referring to her as Fuck Puppy, or Puppy for short. A special favorite of Mr. Madison, but Mrs. Madison was also known to play now and again. Twice a week she would park outside, enter the garage, and undress before crawling through the doggy door promptly at seven to greet them. Sometimes they would leave her an outfit in the garage to wear or dress her inside the house themselves, but more often than not she would spend her time naked.
Speeding down the road, she parked outside the house at 7:02. It was barely late, but she was sure she would pay for it. She fumbled with the key to the garage and nearly dropped it before letting herself in. She was in such a hurry that she stumbled while taking off her pants. By the time she crawled through the door she was six minutes late.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Mr. Madison said in a disinterested tone. She knew better than to say anything and hung her head in shame. "Late again, my little Fuck Puppy. You know better."
With that, he fastened on her collar and clipped on the leash. He set a pace fast enough to make her thankful her hands and legs were still left free. Sometimes he made her wear restrictive sleeves that made her hobble around on her elbows and knees. If she had been wearing those, she had no doubt she would have been dragged around by this point.
"This is the third time you've been late this month. Spanking you hasn't seemed to break you out of this bad habit. It's clear you need something else to really stick it into your head," he said while leading her out of the back door. It was slightly brisk outside, especially in the cool evening air with her bare knees on the deck. He had taken her into the backyard before, but it always made her nervous. If anyone got too curious they could peek through a hole in the fence.
Mrs. Madison seemed to be waiting for them near the garden shed, sipping from a glass of wine while sitting at an old patio table. As they approached Mr. Madison picked Puppy up and placed her on the table, stretching out her limbs and attaching them to cuffs clipped to the corners of the table.
