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Issue No. 171
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Puppy Love
Chapter One
Suddenly the door to our room opened. Rachel turned her face, seeing
as I did the huge figure in the doorway.
�Master!� we both cried. For a moment we stood spellbound as he
regarded us. Myself, cut loose from my wrist rope, perhaps without his
permission, standing nude on the bed with my pillow upraised to defend
myself. And Rachel, flunking surely as a newly appointed teacher, with
her blouse ripped open and her skirt down round her knees, one leg just
lifted up, planting a foot on the bed so she could get up on it to fight me.
Master stood calmly, cooly, his face shadowed by the lit hallway at
his back. In his hands he held a strap, his own belt, looped double. He still
wore his fine suit that he�d met me in earlier. �Girls,� he said, his voice
deep, commanding. �There will be some extra training for you both. Right
now, though, I want you both to settle down. I�m entertaining some guests
upstairs. It�s a good thing I was getting a book from the library when I
heard you. If I�d had to come all the way downstairs, and I�m sure I would
have from the noise you were making, there would be a demotion in store
for you, Rachel. And Barbi, you wouldn�t be getting the good night�s sleep
I�m sure you need for the all the things I have planned for you tomorrow.�
�We�ll be good, master!� Rachel said hastily.
�Hmmm,� master said, smacking his lips. He sounded as if he were
sucking on a lozenge. �And you, Barbi? Can you contain yourself until I
have time for you tomorrow?�
�Yes, master,� I answered, full of love and admiration for him. He
was so tall, so eerily handsome. A woman appeared suddenly beside him.
A woman I had not seen before. Nor Rachel, from the look on her face. She
was ravishingly dressed in a daring, full-length party gown. It sparkled
with sequins. She held a drink, delicately balanced.
�Are these your little playmates?� she asked. I felt suddenly
mortified. Rachel seemed to share my humiliation.
�My naughty playmates,� he answered. �Behaving like little girls in
here.�
�Why don�t you let me handle them for you?� the woman asked.
Snakelike, her fingers stole onto master�s belt.
�Alright,� he agreed, to Rachel and my shared horror. She took the
belt. Another woman appeared behind her.
�Oh, good! Something funny�s about to happen! Look, dear!� the
woman proclaimed. A man appeared. Middle-aged, not particularly
handsome. Someone I wouldn�t say two words to in the street.
Our tormentress advanced. �Kneel down, girls,� she said. �On the
floor, please. Each of you put your pillow under your knees. I know how
much your master values you.� Trembling, our eyes agape, Rachel and I
dropped to our knees beside the bed. I felt like a mounted boar�s head, my
knees atop the big pillow I�d been holding. It kept them protected from the
room�s hard wooden floor. �Faces on the bed,� the woman commanded.
�Please, master!� Rachel begged, but put her face flat on the bed
just as quickly as I. There was no telling what might happen if we didn�t
obey. I had already learned the value of quick obedience here. �Legs apart
a little more, girls,� the woman told us. We pushed our knees out from
each other until they were at either end of our pillows. �Such nice little
sexes,� the woman said, bending to admire our proffered pouches. The
other guests advanced, bent low, admired us. I grabbed the coverlet of the
bed and held tight. With my teeth I bit into it. I saw Rachel doing the
same. Suddenly she blanched. Someone had doused her bottom with a
drink!
�Hurts more wet, dear,� the unknown man�s voice said. It was him
who had done it! His wife, no better looking than he, splashed my ass with
alcohol. I flinched at the slight sting.
WHAAAP! came suddenly, making Rachel cry out as the strap hit her
hard across her offered peach. I knew the scent of fear, wished I at least
had her blouse, her jacket, short as they were, her skirt too, though it
banded uselessly round her knees.
SWWWWAP! I jerked as my own bottom bounced under the lash.
�That�s all,� master said. He retrieved the belt. For a moment
Rachel and I just stared at one another, expecting worse. I heard the
guests exit.
�Utter trollops,� I heard the unattractive woman say. �For the life
of me, Shaftsbury, I haven�t the least idea why you keep them.�
�For amusement,� our master answered, which made me feel as
uncomfortable as my bottom.
Rachel stood, a little unsteady. I rose up also, to get away from the
belt, if nothing else. Ruefully we each took hold of our bottom cheeks.
Master looked down at us expectantly.
�Thank you for sparing us, master,� Rachel offered. She rose on her
tip-toes and he bent down and accepted a kiss from her. �Thank you,� I
said in turn, honoring him with a kiss of my own, right on his lips, tasting
Rachel�s lipstick.
�If I hear either of you again it will be a different story,� he told us.
�You�re only being spared because I�ve got other things to attend to.� We
both nodded obediently. �Tomorrow your training will start,� he told me.
�Don�t expect it to be easy.� I said nothing. I lowered my eyes. He caught
me by the chin and lifted it. �Do you love me?� he asked.
�Yes, master,� I answered. �With all my heart.� He grabbed me by
the back of my neck, a handful of my long hair spilling within and over his
hand, and bent me right over until I was face-to-face with my knees.
WHACK! His free palm scorched my bottom once, splatting across
both my cheeks.
�Yeeeow!� I cried, unhappily. I felt like a sack of potatoes, except
they weren�t known for having spankings.
�Yes, you�ve been very bad!� I heard next, and felt a patter of female
handslaps rain over my upended rear.
�Ow! Ow! Ow!� I yelped, glad though, that Rachel�s hand had replaced
master�s. He let go and before I could stand he took Rachel, her dress still
at her knees, and bent her over and gave her the same ear-shattering,
bottom-splatting blow I�d had.
�Boo! Hoo! Hoo!� Rachel cried, clearly upset at receiving the final
humiliation. Master stomped from the room and closed the door behind us.
�See what you�ve done?� Rachel asked me. We stood facing each
other, ruefully, rubbing our hineys like toon characters who�d just got
their bottoms burned. Hello Kitty, meet My Little Pony. Rachel shook her
proud ponytail, let go of her fanny, and bent and pulled up her skirt. �You
need to behave better,� she scolded me. I stood watching as she buttoned
back up the remnants of her shirt. Her boobies wiggled, not sure they
wanted to be encased in the starch again.
�I�m sorry,� I said, suddenly abashed. I was less sorry than selfish,
though. I didn�t want her sharing in the spotlight master had reserved for
me. �Tell me what to do and I�ll just do it, no questions asked.�
�Firstly, you are going to behave, or I�ll report you to Tara and
Jasmine. They have secret ways of making somebody wish she�d done as
she was told, �cause they�re part lesbians, not like you and me. Are you a
lessie?� she asked. There was an accusing tone in her voice.
�No,� I said. I looked down at my toes and wiggled them at myself.
�And quit wiggling your toes!� Rachel scolded me. �That was the
start of our trouble last time. I should have stopped you the minute I saw
it!� I ceased my wrigglings. I kept my head down, though. I wished
master would return, and do whatever he had planned for me. I did not like
waiting for it. It made it worse, waiting. I guessed he knew that. Would I
win him with my performance? Would I make him all my own? If I did, I�d
send Rachel and Tara and Jasmine packing. This would be my house, and
we�d move it to Rio, or the North Pole perhaps, where I�d keep master
penned up in an igloo and put and end to his wayward ways. I�d tame him, I
would! Please him and tame him in my pleasing of him. Until he could
never think of being with anyone else ever again.
�...time for your bath,� I heard Rachel telling me. �Come this way. I
drew it an hour ago, I guess it was, thanks to your getting us in trouble. I
put in bubbles and everything, but they�re probably gone now. We�ll have to
make a whole new one!� She marched me from the room, ahead of her. We
went down the hall, around the corner, and into a small bathroom. Rachel
shut the door. She bent over, felt the temperature of the water with her
hand.
�Yep!� she announced with disgust. �All gone cold. I should make
you wash in it anyway. Drain it out and fill it up again, young lady! Hop to
it!�
No sooner had she issued her order than Rachel hiked up her skirt and
sat herself down on the potty. �I�m glad our punishment didn�t last any
longer,� she proclaimed. I heard a splashing sound. �I drank too much at
dinner. Cranberry juice. My favorite, but it makes me pee.�
�I need to go too,� I said.
�Take care of the tub first,� Rachel ordered.
�Okay,� I answered. Conscious of my bottom, not wanting to moon
her, I bent my knees to get my hand down into the water and the drain at
its base. I lifted the drain and the water began to recede.
�We�ll be using a scrub brush,� Rachel said, wiping herself. �And I�ll
be doing the scrubbing, to make sure you get totally clean.� I saw the
brush, lifted it. It was long-handled. I ran my fingers over its prickly
business-end.
�Don�t do my nipples with it,� I begged. I could just see her
scrubbing her heart out, and my titties were as stiff as cherry stems.
They felt utterly sensitive.
�I�ll be doing all parts of you, it�s my job,� Rachel said, standing up
and pulling up her skirt. Her blouse looked silly the way it was half torn,
half-buttoned, missing a button in the middle so the inner curves of her
breasts showed. I saw she had little peaks of her own beneath the
conservative shirt.
�If you do well as a slave you�ll become a teacher, like me!� she said.
She walked over to me, took the brush from my hands. �Get in,� she
admonished. She put a hand to my rear and I stepped into the tub. I did not
like being a slave to her. It seemed too childish. I wished Tara would
return.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Rachel turned. I heard her gulp.
Was master reading my mind? It was the woman with the sequined dress.
She had a severe, uncompromising look about her. With predatory eyes she
regarded me. She was wearing her very expensive gown, as she had when
she spanked the both of us with master�s strap. �I�ll be seeing to Barbi�s
bath, and yours,� she said to Rachel.
�Mine?!� Rachel asked, aghast. Quietly the woman closed the
bathroom door and came over to us. She moved with a slow, quiet grace.
She was older than both of us. Late 20�s, perhaps, early 30�s. �Get in the
tub,� she told Rachel.
�But I--� Rachel began. The next thing I knew she was splashing
beside me, fully dressed in her uniform. Both of us stood as the last of
the water drained with a snarl from the tub. �But these are my new
shoes!� Rachel cried. She did not like getting them wet.
�Master gave them to you, and you�ve not worn them at all,� the
woman replied. �I should hardly think they�re too dirty to take a swim in
the tub!�
�But they�re not meant for swimming!� Rachel moaned.
�Now they are,� the woman replied. �Bend over and plug the drain.
Start the water, Barbi. I obeyed, turning on the water as Rachel bent low
to stopper the drain.
�Hey! Don�t get my hair wet!� Rachel cried. I loosed the water and
she just barely managed to get her precious dangling ponytail out of the
way.
�Both of you, sit down!� our new Mistress of the Bath told us.
�But I�ve--� Rachel began.
The woman lifted the back of Rachel�s skirt and whacked her bottom
with the scrub brush. �Not another word, young lady! It�s bath time!�
Thus encouraged, we both plopped down into the water without further
protest. I might have squatted on my heels, but given her demeanor, I sat
right down on my fanny, and poor Rachel did too.
�It�s no fun taking a bath in my clothes,� Rachel griped. �I�M
supposed to be the teacher!�
�Well now I am,� the woman replied. �But you may simply call me
Anna.� Something about her casual use of her first name did not calm my
fear of her. I felt like we were little animals, pets, like the toy doggies
women sometimes keep for their amusement.
�I have to go to the bathroom,� I said hopefully, thinking I might be
dismissed from the tub.
�Stand up then, dear,� Anna said. I did so, lifted my knee to
surmount the tub wall. Anna caught it with her hand. �No dear,� she said.
She sprinkled powder from a box of Mr. Bubble into the rapidly filling tub.
�Stand over Rachel.� I turned. She guided me with a gentle hand, pressing
against my fanny. I could feel her long nails indenting my flesh there. It
felt like she could tear my skin open at any moment. �Straddle Rachel, one
leg on either side of her.� I did as she said, placing my palms atop
Rachel�s head so I could get her face twixt my thighs.
�Now pee,� Anna told me.
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