Baras's pets crawled over on their hands and knees, bottoms wiggling enthusiastically, to greet him as he entered his apartment in the west wing of the country house.
Each was wearing nothing but a baby pink dog collar studded with fake diamonds and a bone shaped tag. Their butt plug tails wagged as their bottoms gyrated. A five foot five Brunette from Romania, sported a tag saying "Trixi" whilst the other girl's tag was engraved with "Dotty". Dotty was from Estonia and in contrast was blond and blue eyed. To finish the look, their cute little noses were blacked with mascara and their hair pulled up in little bunches high on their heads like ears. Of course these were not their real names, officially they were merely numbers to Baras but he always enjoyed giving his special pets nicknames which he could train them to respond to.
It had been a busy afternoon making the final touches for tonight's dinner party for his billionaire client Dimitri Kolotov and his guests and Baras had just a few hours to rest and ready himself to oversee the event.
Ursula, Baras's trusted PA and housekeeper emerged from the kitchen.
"Now now puppies, calm down. Master won't be giving you a treat if you don't behave," she cooed.
The two nineteen year old girls didn't understand a word. They'd been chosen by Baras as his latest pets partly because of their lack of English. It was far more fun training them to learn simple commands much as you would a real puppy.
"Sit!" Baras barked.
Both girls sat back on their haunches, tongues out.
"Good girls," he patted each and from out of his coat pocket produced two chocolate truffles which he fed to the puppies.
"Have the puppies been good today Ursula?"
"I'm afraid not Mr Baras. I was doing some washing earlier and hadn't noticed that Dotty needed to go out. She ended up leaving a little puddle by the back door. I rubbed her nose in it of course but I thought I'd wait for you to punish her properly."
The puppies had been trained to pee outside, regardless of the weather, the toilet was only for them to use first thing in the morning when they would be permitted to remove their buttplugs and defecate.
Baras sighed looking directly into the bright blue eyes of his puppy. "Bad puppy, Ursula, would you fetch me the cane please."
Once Ursula had handed over the cane, Baras told the girl who he'd named Dotty to "present." She obediently lifted he arse into the air and spread her legs.
Her master began to rain down strokes on the poor puppy slave's bare behind, her "tail" swinging back and forth in time with the strikes of the cane. On each strike, as she had been trained to do, the girl made a little yelping sound. After a few minutes her bottom was crisscrossed with angry red stripes and tears streamed down her face.
Baras pulled the girl up on her feet and kissed her gently on the forehead whilst caressing her sore behind.