The Submission of Susan
Sunday Punishment
Waking up on the Sunday and knowing my Master still has things he wants to correct with me I try to softly creep out of the bedroom without waking him. The longer I can prolong what will be my ultimate punishment for lying, forcing him to spank me with no plug, climaxing and not telling him....the better. Jeez, it's some list. I am still sporting the welts from the switching he gave me yesterday by the river. With what is still to come I doubt I will be able to sit down for at least a week if not longer.
I start cooking breakfast nervously waiting for him to come down. I have not changed from the PJs I wore to bed last night. Normally I sleep naked with Master but as I was put to bed at 8 pm with lights out I thought it better I wear something than have him come up and be tempted to beat on my butt last night. Not that PJs would have saved me if he had decided he wanted to make a start on the discipline before going to bed.
I accept all the discipline I get from Master. I know that except for maintenance spankings, all discipline is due to some infraction or mistake I have made. The discipline I receive from Master as a submissive has gone a long way to sorting out my previous attitude problems I had before I met him. Yes sometimes I think it's unfair or not warranted but I trust my Master to take care of me and absolutely know it is not sadism on his part but an attempt to keep me on the right path in life.
Eventually, Master shows up and plonks himself down on the chair by the table.
"I don't know what I am going to do with you Susan," he says. "You have just got to stop lying to get yourself out of trouble. In the end, it only ends up worse for you.
"Come here and show me that bottom of yours," he commands.
I walk across to him before dropping my PJs and turning so he can see my bottom. I feel his hand on me tracing the lines across my bottom.
"I can't keep spanking you every time you mess up but you have got to be taught a lesson. I still need to address the lying, the plug and climaxing from yesterday but I have thought of something that will teach you a lesson but for once doesn't actually involve spanking you."
With that, he stands up and heads towards the door. I of course start to pull up my PJs.
He turns back to me, "Did I say you could pull them up?" he asks in his authoritative voice.
"No Master, you didn't," I say meekly as I let go of my PJ bottoms and feel them drop back to the floor. I then stand in the kitchen partially naked waiting for Master to return not knowing what he has in his mind. He said he wasn't going to spank me so that in itself is a result. I bet it's bloody lines. He knows I hate doing lines for him. All that repeat writing saying what a bad girl I have been and how I will be good in the future. Last time he made me write it five hundred times!
When he does finally return and sit back down in his chair he places a tail plug, lube, a leash and my collar on the table. I can see the tail is not my normal tail and the plug it's attached to is clearly a bigger plug. This tail is about 2 feet long and a sort of blonde-golden colour.
"They told me at the shop you can now take two inches Susan so I have bought you a new tail. You're going to be wearing it and be my puppy girl all day today. Once that tail goes in you will not say anything unless it's to yap or bark. It will be one woof for no and two woofs for yes. I don't care what other noises you make but you say one single word across the whole day and you are down in the basement feeling the crop and you will be left there the whole night. This is a new tail so don't you dare get it dirty. I expect you to look after it like your life depends on it. Do you UNDERSTAND?"
I nod back at him. Actually, this may not be that bad after all I think. I have been his puppy girl before and other than making me pee in our yard it wasn't all that bad. The collar I have worn frequently and he has sort of dragged me round the house on the leash. All in all, I may just have done sort of OK for this punishment he plans to give me.
"Get your butt over the table and spread," he commands me.
Without any hesitation, I quickly lay across the table and reach back spreading my cheeks giving Master full access to my puckered hole. I don't want to give him any reason to decide a spanking should also be included today.
I feel the familiar lube being applied to my sphincter before his finger is pushing into me lubing the inside of my rectum. The plug is then introduced and I feel the pressure start to mount as Master slowly pushes the bulb of the plug into me. We both know I can take 2 inches but it is always a struggle. I feel myself start to dilate and try hard to relax willing the thing into me. Just when I feel I can stretch open no more and it's hurting, the pressure suddenly releases and I know it's in thank God.
Master then tugs on the plug before commanding me to try to push it out. I try hard to push back but it's very clear that with this tail at least, it isn't coming out unless Master wants it out.
Allowing me to stand up, Master turns me around and clips my collar in place. This collar I know has a small tag affixed to it that says 'Property Of Master Jon'. The leash for the moment stays on the table.
"Right, your tail is in so the rule for you for the rest of the day is not a single word till that tail is back out. Understood?"
I don't know if this is a trick question or not but I'm not that stupid and reply "Woof woof". I feel a little silly saying that but hell, it's my Master so it's no big deal.
"OK, go upstairs and get dressed. I have laid out your things for the day," he tells me before playfully smacking my now-plugged bottom.
I turn and head towards the stairs. I can feel the tail swishing against my thighs. It feels like it's hanging about halfway down my thigh. I also think it's a little odd that Master wants to dress me if he wants me as his puppy girl. Normally I am left naked and have to crawl around on all fours.
Once in our bedroom, I see what clothes he has laid out for me. There is a pair of white sneakers and white socks, a lovely bright yellow T-shirt and a bright blue skirt. The skirt though is quite short. It's not dangerously short but still on the high side. I note there are no panties but then I wouldn't expect them as we are in the house. His rule is no panties to be worn at home. He says that as I am his property he wants access to me whenever he feels like it. I still think it's a little weird he wants me dressed though.
I get dressed as required noting that the skirt does not hide my tail and it is hanging about three inches below the hemline. Turning and looking at myself in the mirror I also see a small bump directly in the back centre of the skirt. This is being caused by the tail as it exits my butthole before curving downwards. All in all though, if you ignore the tail and the collar I recon I look pretty good.
I go back downstairs and finish fixing breakfast knowing of course now I can't speak unless I yap or woof. Putting the breakfast down on the table I gingerly sit down putting my hand under the skirt to move the tail to the side.
"It's a lovely day isn't it Susan?", Master asks me.
"Woof woof," is my reply. I feel so ridiculous saying it. Perhaps this is the punishment Master was talking about.
"Yes," he says. "Too good to stay inside which is why Tim and I have arranged brunch at the restaurant in the country park. We can eat and then take a walk around the park."
What!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe what I am hearing. We are going out and I'm dressed like this????? The outfit itself is fine but I have a bloody tail hanging down between my legs and a collar on. I want desperately to tell Master that we can't possibly go out with me like this but know I'm not allowed to talk on the pain of a severe spanking in the cellar.
I try to make the very best doggy pleading noises I can think of but he is totally ignoring me taking the plates to the sink to wash up. I follow him still desperately trying to make some noise to show him I can't go out like this but he is having none of it. It's very obvious what my punishment is going to be today. Total embarrassment! Something that Master knows I have a hard time coping with.
It takes Master 20-odd minutes to get ready and I sit sullenly in the living room waiting for him dreading what I know will be coming today. Oh, how I wish it was a spanking I was getting and not this torture. I could act up of course but I know my Master too well now. I would get a spanking and still have to be a puppy for the day. I am just going to have to try my best to cope with it.
There is a ring on the front doorbell and I know it will be Tim and Sally. Getting up I go answer it opening the door to a bubbly Sally and her Master Tim. They of course greet me but I choose not to reply which of course looks odd. It's at this point that Sally spots my tail hanging between my legs and laughing asks me why that's there. Of course, I can't explain and just look at her with pleading eyes.
Master then makes his appearance and greets them both.
"Before we go out I should just explain to you both that Susan wants to be a puppy girl today so she won't be able to talk to you. You can ask her a yes or no question if you want and she can reply with one woof for no and two woofs for yes... or make any other kind of doggy noise but she is not allowed to talk. Please let me know if she does speak."
Then of course Sally comes out with the priceless question. "Is that a new tail she is wearing Sir?"
"Oh, do you like it?" Master says.
With that, he turns me around and lifts my skirt allowing them both to see my golden tail poking out from between my butt cheeks.
