A Night of Punishment for My Doggy

The familiar crunch of gravel beneath my tires signals my arrival home. Today's decisions cling to me, their weight pressing against my chest, a sensation all too familiar from the days when we built our empire. I turn the key, anticipating the warm glow of lights to greet me, but instead, a disconcerting silence hangs in the air. No lights dance to life, no sign of the comforting radiance I expected. The living room is shrouded in darkness, the TV screen a lifeless void. An unfinished puzzle on the coffee table tells a tale of abandonment. The house, once alive with activity, now whispers echoes of neglect.

I exhale slowly, trying to dispel the frustration that threatens to surface. My mind drifts back to a time when this house buzzed with lights in every room, and my Doggy rushing to me with my drink as soon as I walked in. Doggy, the brilliant mind behind our technological marvel, used to thrive as our CTO. But, as the pressure of competition grew, he withdrew, his genius dimmed by the weight of his stage fright. Each step up the stairs is deliberate, a measured beat of determination. The bedroom door swings open, revealing a space untouched by care. Clothes are strewn about the room, and dust clings to surfaces.

"Doggy," I call out, my voice a mixture of disappointment and concern. The silence that answers me amplifies the emptiness that envelops me.

My thoughts trace the years, mapping out the trajectory of our roles. At the office, Doggy was the CTO and came up with the technical side of the company and I was the director of sales, getting new customers in droves. Doggy's new idea was brilliant, and we were a monopoly for a long time and getting customers was easy. However, once the competitions started mushrooming up, the story changed. They could undercut us easily and we had to double the efforts in our roles. I stepped into mine with surprising ease, carrying the weight of our empire on my shoulders. It stands as a testament to my capability, but it's a journey we embarked on together. Doggy, however, started tapering off. For all his wonder-brains, Doggy was, well he was a complete scaredy-cat. Stage fright and very uncomfortable with direct confrontation. Even back in college, Doggy took ages just to ask me out. I agreed almost immediately. And, while I never regretted the decision, I always knew that, a couple more weeks and I would have committed to someone else. Inevitably, we discussed it. I, of course, dominated the discussion. Doggy was already working on his next big idea. After a few days, doggy promoted me to CEO and announced his resignation as CTO.

At home, I was the dominant and he was my submissive slave. And, ever since the pandemic started, he was my submissive naked slave. I didn't allow him any clothing even when he was working from home. Now that he was no longer working, I had no intention of ever according him that privilege again. Forget clothes, I don't even allow a single strand of hair below the neck.I shave him regularly from neck to toe. As a result, doggy feels even more naked and embarrassed. His embarrassment causes me no concerns. In fact, his embarrassment only turns me on further.

I can't ignore the mounting frustration tightening in my chest. I seek out Doggy, determined to punish him.

I finally found him in the guest bedroom. He was asleep on the bed. I was shocked to see that because I had told him that he had to sleep on the floor unless I told otherwise. What was even more shocking was that he was wearing a robe. That made me angrier than I had ever been. For the first time in our now 4-year long marriage, I considered waking him up. We had a rule, one of the few rules that he came up with, that we don't wake each other up unless it's a big emergency. He, of course, would be terrified of waking me up and I had no need to wake him up as Doggy would set his alarm to very early in the morning to start serving me anyway. Now, I was strongly tempted to walk forward, kick his butt and make him get up. Finally, I calmed myself. I walked forward to him. I removed my shoes and socks, placed them next to his face and left.

Doggy would wake up very soon due to the smell of my footwear. He would see my shoes and socks. He would know that I had seen him sleeping and he would know that he was in for it. There were cameras in every room in the house and I could access the feed from my tablet. All of this was set up by Doggy himself. I waited for 15 minutes and it happened. Doggy woke up. Groggily, his eyes fell on my shoes. The transformation was instant. The terror in his face and eyes was palpable. He quickly shed his robe and rushed to me.

I stared at him with anger and contempt. I extended my legs and he immediately went down and kissed both my feet and stood up again.

The sight of my Doggy, naked and in all his glory never failed to turn me on. Doggy was scrawny, quite tall, and lean. His organ, however, was something else. It was gigantic. I had been with 3-4 men before him and no one came close. It was the biggest I had ever seen. Not even in porn. And, despite his embarrassment at being my naked slave, being naked in front of me apparently turned him on as well. Despite his fear at seeing me angry, he was already at half mast and rising steadily.

"G-g-g-good evening, madam." He offered. I continued staring with anger. "M-madam, please, let me -"

"I told you to get the TV repaired." I cut in and Doggy shut up immediately. "I told you, I always expect the house to be spotless. I come home to find the house unclean, the TV is not touched and on top of all this" I raised my voice and he started shuddering. "You are wearing a robe. Who told you could wear clothes?"

At this, doggy prostrated himself in front of me. He went down on all fours, and started saying "I am so sorry madam, please for-"

I reached forward, grabbed his hair and forced him up.

"Answer me, are you allowed to have clothes on? Are you?" I screamed.

"Yes ma'am, I mean, no ma'am, I'm sorry," Doggy cried out.

His cock was going flaccid, resting against his hairless scrotum.

I reached out again, grabbed his heavy testicles and squeezed.

"And who told you you could go to sleep while there was so much work left?" I shrilled, grinding his flesh in my hand.

"No one; I'm so sorry," Doggy sobbed out.

"You bet you're sorry, you pathetic little worm," I snarled and released my grip on his testicles. I started tracing his shaft. Despite his fear, he started growing again.

I traced one of his fat nipples with a fingernail, then dug the nail into his flesh as he cried out. However, he was not making any effort to move away from me. He had accepted he was wrong and wanted to be punished. I dug for about two minutes and stopped. I ordered him to fetch my Cigar.

The way doggy brought the cigar showed the level of domination I had on him. I didn't say anything, and yet doggy carried out my orders exactly as expected.

Firstly, doggy did not even get up. He was in a kneeling position. And, he walked in that position itself. He didn't even have to ask. He kneel-walked to fetch the Cigar. Still naked, his buttocks swished as he set out on this journey. The hard floor was unforgiving and doggy winced with every step. However, in addition to the wincing and the expected swishing of his naked ass with every step, there was another movement that I started noticing. Doggy was shivering. And, it was not out of fright. I realised it was cold. Me, fully clothed, the cold was tolerable, but he was struggling with the cold. It was obvious that was the reason why Doggy had lied down earlier and worn clothes. Not that it was going to reduce his punishment, but I could at least understand why he did it.

The Cigar, the cigar cutter and the lighter were all in the same drawer. However, by now, Doggy knew what he had to do. He brought all three of them one by one. Kneeling and moving in that position, Doggy was in severe pain but I showed no signs of mercy on him as I kept him kneeling right next to me and blowing smoke right to his face. Doggy winced in pain, coughed and yet didn't even ask permission to get up. And, of course, me blowing smoke to his face would help with his cold anyway. I finally stood up and barked at him to explain himself.

"Mistress." He called me mistress only when he was particularly scared. Normally, it was just madam or mam.

"I am really sorry, mistress. It was particularly cold today and I started getting some headache. I wore the robe because of the cold and then lied down. I didn't intend to sleep but it happened and I am really sorry mistress."

"Why didn't you call me and ask my permission." I barked at him and he had no answer. I finally motioned him to get down on the floor.

It was nearly 1.5 months since we had sex. Don't get me wrong, I would love that gigantic organ to pound away at me. There were so-called sex experts making videos almost every day on how a big penis was not really all that great in sex. Those expert idiots could go screw themselves. Doggy's gigantic organ was the best thing any woman could ask for. However, I wanted to make him wait. Doggy is frustrated but would never dare to ask me. While he was frustrated, I did not have such a big problem as I had him go down on me every other day.

I had him on the floor and stood up. Even after four years, I never failed to revel in this power differential. Me, standing straight, fully clothed, towering over him while him on the floor, naked as the day he was born, staring with fear and hoping for some mercy and knowing all the while there wouldn't be any. I walked towards him and started with my toes. I rubbed his cock vigorously with my toes. I even took my shirt off. The additional cold I started feeling showed me how cold he would have felt given that he was fully naked. I rubbed and rubbed. I could see that he was liking this, against his will. He knew he would not get the relief he so desperately wanted, but this was the first time in a long time that he was at least getting some stimulation, not to mention me in one of my more expensive bras and so, his eyes showed how much he was enjoying this. Just as he was about to explode, I took my toes off.

Doggy clutched his penis like a lifeline. The sight of that made never failed to make me laugh uncontrollably. He was in tears and clutched his penis and prayed to God his arousal comes down. Pre-cum had already started and it took a herculean effort to stop himself from coming. He knew that he was going to lick it when he eventually exploded, but he also knew he had to delay it as much as possible. Or else! Finally, retching and coughing, he stopped himself. I sat back on the sofa and spoke just two words.

"Round two!"

Doggy knelt up and walked towards me in a kneeling position. He came to me and I motioned him to stand up. With me, sitting on the sofa and him standing up, his cock was at eye level. Or, rather nose level. I took in that smell. What woman would hate that smell. I took three deep breaths in and started again. This time, with my hands, I was merciless. I grabbed his shaft and rubbed and rubbed and he got back to his full mast within seconds. However, I had trained him well enough in this. I remember he usually forced himself to think of all those women who had rejected him and the humiliation it ensued. I didn't care how, I just cared that he prolonged himself for as long as possible. I rubbed him for nearly two minutes and once again, stopped abruptly. Naked boy once again went down. With one hand on his cock, desperately trying to stop, he clutched my feet with the other.

"Please, mistress. May I be allowed to come. Please-" He begged and I gave no answer. Doggy once again stopped himself with a huge effort.

"Round three!"

I once again started with my hands. Hands, legs, I didn't care. I had told him that he should always survive at least 4 rounds and today, I was determined to make him finish at 3 itself. Doggy, of course, was determined to complete all four rounds. Well I was determined for something and doggy was determined for the opposite. Of course I won. Doggy exploded and it was a mark of how long I had denied him as a small pond fell on the floor. Doggy had no choice but to lick every drop from the floor. I calmly went into the bathroom to wash my hands with sanitiser and came back to see Doggy was still licking away at the puddle.

I came back with our skipping rope. And then, thwack! As Doggy jumped forward, I once again reflected on how much I loved the skipping rope. It was versatile. If I were mildly annoyed, I could give simple hits on his balls. Or, if I really wanted to punish him, like I did now, I swung it fully backward and let him have it with all my force and watch him, jump around in pain which would, in turn cause his cock to thrash around. Right now, his buttocks were showing a deep red line which I loved.

Today, I gave him the same treatment. I thwacked and thwacked at his exposed, naked buttocks as Doggy dutifully continued licking away at his shame. When he was finally done, I beckoned him to stand up and tied the skipping rope around his balls so tight, he started screaming. I saw the helplessness in his eyes and revelled in it. I tightened the rope and the fear and helplessness worsened in his eyes. I then dragged him with hit.

I first dragged him to my shoe rack. I stuffed one of my smelliest socks in his mouth. Doggy retched at the taste and smell. However, he had no time to dwell on it as he once again felt the tug against his cock. I dragged him by his balls to the bathroom and opened the small almirah. There was a new toothbrush set with 6 brushes. I nonchalantly took out all six of them and tied up 5 of them strongly with a piece of cloth. I then turned him around and viciously stuffed the 5 brushes into his anus.

"You can use these buckets for water."

"Wh-f-a-f-t a-f-b" Doggy found it impossible to get any words out with my sweaty sock in his mouth. Not to mention the 5 brushes up his ass was heavily limiting his movements and speech.

"You want a brush to clean, naked boy?" I asked innocently. Doggy nodded. I handed out the last toothbrush and smiled.

Doggy broke down. He remembered the last time he was subjected to this was months ago. That showed him how angry I was today. He now realised he had to clean the kitchen with the toothbrush. It was really dirty and he had mentally prepared to take utmost an hour to clean it completely. Now, he realised it would take at least 3 hours. I saw the emotions in his eyes which eventually turned to tears and laughed cruelly. Doggy looked up. He could not speak and so, he begged me for mercy with his eyes. I, of course, showed none and ordered him to get on with it. As I went to my bedroom, I gave a small tap to the 5 brushes in his ass and further pushed it inside. Doggy let out another muffled growl of pain before falling down and crying as he contemplated his long task.

Doggy started with the kitchen. However, the socks in his mouth and the brushes up his ass was heavily debilitating him. Plus, cleaning it with a toothbrush was nothing short of a jail sentence. As I watched from my tablet, I could see he itched for a proper cleaning brush or a cloth. In fact, it was present right there in the kitchen. I was waiting for this, and when finally saw this, I laughed heavily from the bedroom as he groaned further as he realised I had done that deliberately to taunt him. With the toothbrush, it took nearly thrice as long. He sprayed and sprayed and brushed it. The slight breeze from the exhaust fan holes was reminding him that he was naked, not a stitch of clothing. His throbbing cock was a reminder that I could come in at anytime and he would still be naked in front of me while I were dressed to the nines. His buttocks, naked buttocks were on fire from the 5 brushes. Even though I had not said anything, he knew he would be punished more if even one brush fell off. It was a mark of the superior hold I had on him that I didn't even have to say some things and yet, Doggy religiously ensured that he actually did it. His mouth and nose were watering with the stench of my dirty sock. And yet, Doggy didn't take a second's breather. He was up for nearly 2 hours before I finally showed mercy.

I walked casually to the kitchen. As soon as he saw me, he dropped the brush he was cleaning with and moved forward to kiss my feet. In his devotion to me, he had forgotten about the socks in his mouth. I smiled. I removed the socks, removed the brushes from the buttocks and handed him a cleaning cloth. He kissed both my feet 5 times in gratitude and continued with his work. I went to the living room, and after he was done, he knelt in front of me.

"I have ordered two heaters. You can use them from next time." I told him.

He was kneeling in front of me. Naked, completely! Not a stitch on! Bare as board. He was supposed to stay in that position until I told him otherwise. However, when he heard this, he immediately stood up and rushed to me. In a rare show of quickness, he snatched my phone. He groaned.

"Madam, why did you use your debit card, I am the one who needs the heaters. I should be paying for them." He groaned at me.

I laughed and pulled him to me. We made out and then, I let him rest his head on my ample breasts. "Naked boy, what would I ever do without you?" I cooed at him. He slowly went to sleep.