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Hello. This is a rewriting of my original work "Puppy Love" from three years ago. My intent is to make this into a non-consecutive short story series, with this as the first installment. This story contains soft BDSM and power play elements as well as animal role play, with some implied Dd/lg undertones. It frequently shifts in perspective between the two characters. For clarity, a series of "-" signifies a change in character perspective and a series of "*" signifies a time skip. With that out of the way, please enjoy.
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In a relatively small bedroom within a relatively small home there lies upon the floor a relatively large dog bed, and in this bed was a rather peculiar sight. Rather than a dog, as one might expect, there instead lay a young woman, curled up the fetal position in peaceful slumber. Perhaps even more peculiar, yet ironically suiting, were the extravagant accessories that adorned her body: a pair of fuzzy dog ears laced into her hair, a velvet collar around her neck, and, to match her ears, an equally fuzzy tail, attached by thin belt at her waist. Though clearly human, it would not be inaccurate to say that she seemed rather suited for that bed. She had chosen to nap, for in a few short hours, he would be there. In day to day life they were close friends, but tonight he was her master, and she was his puppy. This is their story.
- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! -
Angel's head shot up as the intrusive noise roused her from her slumber. She slowly got up and stretched before switching the alarm off, not thinking or caring to look at the time. As the rest of her senses awakened with her she felt a familiar sensation from within her midsection, one typically felt not too long after awakening. Without delay, she casually strode over to the neighboring bathroom to relieve herself. She initially felt a pinch of discomfort from the cold seat, but this was quickly replaced by the feeling of warm liquid exiting her. Once done, she finished with the usual sanitary procedures before looking herself over in the bathroom mirror.
Her reflection revealed the small but proud looking smile on her face. She admired her general figure, a young woman, only an adult by a few years. Her ears matched perfectly to her hair, and with the headband hidden underneath her hair they appeared almost as if they were a natural part of her head. Her hair itself was a bit messy after the nap, but a few quick swipes of the brush resolved that issue. With her hair in order she took another look in the mirror and smiled.
"Is Angel a cute puppy girl?" Angel asked herself, only to giggle in surprise when she answered her own question with a small 'Yip!. Of course, Angel was not her real name, but she found it a suiting honorific for her canine alter-ego, which had two distinct 'modes' to it. The first was what she considered her hybrid mode, which she entered whenever she was wearing her ears and tail. In this mode, she was much more inquisitive and affectionate, trademark of her canine persona, but could still walk lie a human. Her other mode, however, was much more complete, sending her into an almost hypnotic state, freeing herself from the stresses and burdens of humanity and allowing herself to romp and play like a real puppy, without a care in the world. Unfortunately, she couldn't access this mode on her own -- for that, she needed
his
help.
Speaking of which, Master would be home fairly soon, and she still had a few things left to do to prepare for him. She headed out of the bathroom and was about to exit the hallway when. . .
Oh no.
She gasped, her eyes having fallen upon the digital reading of her clock for the first time.
No no NO!
She dashed over to her nightstand, grabbing her phone and waking it to verify the time. Her heart sank.
Noooooo! Shit!
Her smart phone confirmed her fears. She had set the alarm incorrectly and was more than an hour behind schedule. He wasn't going to be here 'fairly soon': he was going to be here any second, if he wasn't here already! She hurried out of the bedroom and down the hallway before peeing into the living room. It was a she feared. There he was, relaxed on the sofa, as if he didn't have a care in the world. There was telling he'd been there, but he had surely noticed that the house was not in order. What was she going to do?
"Angel."
Angel's thoughts were disrupted the sound of a voice -
his
voice. Instinctively, she ducked back behind the entryway. She wasn't afraid of him, but she hated when she failed to live up to his expectations and was dreading the inevitable confrontation. Cautiously, she peeked from around the corner of the entryway and into the hallway again.
Master had not moved a muscle, but he spoke again. "Angel," he repeated, more firmly this time. "I know you're there. Come on out."
With a deep breath, Angel mustered up the courage to step into the living room. Master, likely hearing her approach, finally rose from his seat and turned to face her. At 5'10" he wasn't overly intimidating, but his physique and mannerisms belonged to a person worthy of admiration and respect. He was dressed in a silk robe and pants, which complimented his gently toned frame and surprisingly light skin, topped off with a full head of jet black hair. The look on his face was not one of anger (she wasn't sure if he could even GET angry), but she could detect a strange mixture of amusement and disappointment in his deep blue eyes.
"Well, I see my puppy is finally awake. I take it you slept well?"
Angel nodded weakly. "How long have you been home, sir?", she asked in a soft voice.
"About 25 minutes. I got off work a little early today. Although. . .", he paused, looking around at the less than perfect condition of the home, ". . .it would appear that you were not expecting me for a while longer."
Angel's head fell towards the floor. "I apologize, sir. I meant to wake up sooner, but I set my alarm incorrectly and. . ." her voice trailed off. The reason didn't matter. She hung her head solemnly, sulking until she felt a hand touch her chin, lifting it until she found herself staring into Master's eyes.
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Master sat relaxed on the sofa, casually glancing at the clock above the fireplace. He'd managed to get off of work a bit sooner than usual and had decided to pay his puppy a bit of an early visit. Getting inside was not an issue, as he had an extra key, but Angel was nowhere to be found. He noted that much of the house seemed to be extraordinarily clean in a few rooms, while a few others looked unfinished, which was odd. He continued to look throughout the home and finally found her in her room, asleep in her dog bed.
He couldn't help but chuckle. She looked so silly curled up in that thing, but she insisted that it was comfortable for her. In any case, it was hard to deny that she looked adorable. Master quietly strode into her bedroom to check her alarm clock. Hm, it appeared that she'd set it to wake her up exactly when she was mean to arrive. But then, how did she expect to finish cleaning in time? Surely she didn't intend to just call it quits halfway through -- he knew her better than that.
He shrugged. Oh well, she'd have plenty of opportunity to explain herself when she woke up. That was what he was waiting for as he sat on the couch. He relaxed, gradually sinking further into the seat. He checked the clock on the wall. She should be getting up right . . . about. . .
- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! -
. . . Now. Master sat up a bit as he listened. First, running water. Her first move was to the bathroom. The nearly empty house was rather old and was a bit lacking in sound insulation, so Master had little trouble discerning Angel's every action. He smiled as h heard her talking to herself. Then, he heard her gasp and found that he actually had to stop herself from snickering as he heard her 'quietly' pad down the hallway -- she wasn't nearly as stealthy as she believed herself to be. He heard her come to a stop right outside of the doorway to the living room. She must have seen him, or else she would have stepped into the room by now. Well, if she wasn't going to come in on her own, he supposed he would have to coax her in. He spoke:
"Angel."
No response. In fact, it sounded like she took a step backwards. Was she serious right now? Master let out a small sigh of annoyance too quiet for her to hear before speaking again, more firmly this time.
"Angel, I know you're there. Come on out."
This time, he heard her step forward. Master finally rose from his seat, turning to face his little pup. And a cute little pup she certainly was. At 5'2" tall, she was the perfect height for a human puppy. Her golden brown hair flowed down past the back of her neck and rested between her shoulder blades, and went well with her forest green eyes and fair, lightly freckled complexion. Her set of B cups perfectly complimented her slender but curvaceous frame, which still held a hint of childish innocence to it. All of this was completed by her ears, tail, and a rhinestone embedded, velvet lined collar, the rhinestones patterned to spell "Angel" on one side, and "my sweet girl" on the other.
Unfortunately, her normally peppy face was crestfallen, and rather than her usual warm and cheerful disposition, she instead held herself in a nervous an insecure manner. From the way she acted it was immediately obvious that none of this was intentional, but nonetheless he wanted to get to the bottom of it. "Well, I see my puppy is finally awake. I take it you slept well?"
Angel nodded weakly. "How long have you been home, sir?"
"About 25 minutes. Although . . .it would appear that you were not expecting me for a while longer." He watched as her head drooped towards the ground as she gave her response.
"I apologize, sir. I meant to wake up sooner, but I set my alarm clock incorrectly and. . ."
Ah, that explains it. A simple, understandable mistake. Of course, it was clear that she did not view it as such. She always did have a habit of being too hard on herself. In truth, the state of the house did not really matter to him, nor did her failure to greet him at the door, (as was their usual custom) given the circumstances. He
was
annoyed at her hesitance to come when called, but he would deal with that in a moment. Master stepped forward and gently lifted her chin until he was staring into her eyes.
"Shhh. . . I know you didn't mean to. You're still my good little puppy. . ." Master spoke with a warm and reassuring smile that lightened Angel's face a little. Then the smile turned into a colder and sterner look. "However, you must be punished."
Angel's eyes again resigned to the floor. "I understand, sir."
Master released his hand from her chin and took a step back. "Angel, look me in the eye."
Angel lifted her head in obedience.
"I will give you a choice. You may either receive a spanking or spend the next thirty minutes sitting in the corner. You have ten seconds to decide. If you fail to answer you shall be given both. Your time begins now."
He knew she wouldn't need the full ten seconds. The choice was obvious. She hated long, monotonous stretches of doing nothing more than anything else, and with the rest of her chores to still attend to she would want the punishment to be over as soon as possible. Her answer was almost immediate. "Spank me."
Master raised an eyebrow at her. "Come again?"
Angel realized her mistake and tried again. "Please spank me, sir."
He smiled. "That's better. Follow me." Master led the two of them into the kitchen. He brought her over to the kitchen table. "Wait here, do not move." Angel complied, and Master walked over to the drawers. Opening one of the lower drawers, he reached inside and pulled out a thick, slotted wooden spatula, set away from other utensils for exactly this purpose. He had mixed feelings towards this instrument. While it was a very safe and effective method of discipline when used properly, he was never fond of the idea of striking someone, even in a controlled manner, and it took a bit of time for him to be fully comfortable using it. He rolled the spatula in his thumb and fingers, checking for any cracks or frayed edges. Satisfied, he returned to his puppy.
"You are to receive five swats upon your bare bottom. If you attempt to move away or deflect me, the swat will not count and your remaining total will increase by one. Do you understand?"
He watched as she nodded her head. She reached out to the hem of her sweat pants, but Master gently smacked her hands away with the spatula. "
I
remove clothing in this house, thank you. Hands behind your back." Angel quickly retracted her hands and did as she was told, turning her head in a vain attempt to hide the crimson on her face. Master squatted down and hooked his fingers around the elastic, bringing both her pants and underwear to her ankles in one fell swoop, leaving her lower half bare to his eyes.
