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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 görükle escort 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 bursa escort bayan 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.

Ah, shaved. Save for a small, thin patch of pubic hair just below the top of her pelvis, she was completely bare below her waist. It was good to know that THAT part of her chores were done at least. He gently spun her around to check her backside, which was also in order.

"Very good. Now place your arms around your waist, bend over onto the table, and relax yourself."

Angel obeyed. Master bent down again and stepped her out of her clothes before spreading her legs apart. He rose and began slowly tracing the spatula up her thigh and to her cheeks. Then. . .

"One."

- SMACK -

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"Please spank me, sir."

"That's better. Follow me."

Angel quietly followed her Master into the kitchen and, as ordered, stood by the kitchen table. She watched as he pulled out the spatula and examined it. She couldn't help but smile a little at the lengths he went to ensure that she didn't get hurt. Her smile faded as he returned, replaced with the somber acceptance of a sub about to be punished.

"You are to receive five swats upon your bare bottom. If you attempt to move away or defect a blow, it will not count and your remaining total will increase by one. Do you understand?"

Angel nodded. Without thinking, she started to pull her sweatpants down, but quickly jerked her hands away as the spatula came upon them.

"I remove clothing in this house, thank you. Hands behind your back."

Of course. Embarrassed, Angel did as she was told. She knew better. She blushed as she felt her pants come down, and she could almost fell his eyes upon her.

Her embarrassment grew a bit more as he spun her around and spread her cheeks apart. She knew he was inspecting her, checking to see whether she attended to her most important duties. She felt a gentle tap on her thigh, which meant he was pleased with her efforts.

"Very good. Now place your arms around your waist, bend over onto the table, and relax your body."

Angel complied. With her arms tucked under her, her rump was splayed a little higher in the air than usual, which was then made worse when Master stepped her out of her bottoms and spread her legs out further. This was beyond embarrassing and qualified as humiliating, but she knew that this was part of the bursa escort punishment and did not protest. Besides, if she were honest with herself, a small part of her loved it.

Angel shuddered lightly as the spatula ran up her thigh. The bit about relaxing was not a request or recommendation. The rule was that if she tensed too much it would lessen the blow and count as a deflection, so she had to stay loose and limber. Angel steadied her breathing as the flat of the spatula came to rest on her left cheek. She prepared herself.

"One."

- SMACK -

Angel flinched at the shock of the impact but remained still. It didn't really hurt, but it was only the first strike. Master always started out soft, but the intensity would increase with each new swat (although he was careful to not hit so hard as to bruise).

As the shock faded away, she relaxed herself and prepared herself for the next strike.

"Two."

- SMACK -

This one hit her right cheek, and there was definitely more force behind it than the last one. She steadied her breathing and calmed herself. The spatula returned to her left cheek.

"Three."

- SMACK -

A small whimper escaped Angel this time. There was a clear sting to that one that lingered a little after the strike. As the spatula circled over her right cheek again, she instinctively tensed up in anticipation. She felt Master's free hand came to rest on her left thigh.

"Angel. Relax." Master's voice was firm, yet soothing. Angel let herself go limp again.

"Good girl." Angel felt Master gently rub her thigh a bit as he lined up the spatula. He removed his hand.

"Four."

- SMACK -

Angel whined softly, itching to soothe her warmed buttock. Only one more to go.

Master his time circling the spatula between her two cheeks, and with each passing second suspense and anticipation rose within Angel, and it took everything in her to remain calm and limber. But finally. . .

"Five."

- SMACK -

Angel let out a sharp yelp as the spatula came down upon her for the fifth and final time. She could almost feel the outline of the spatula on her left cheek. Angel had a low pain threshold and had he hit her any harder she might have shed a tear. As it was, however, the punishment was over. She shuddered as she felt Master's running through her hair. She heard the spatula being placed on the table and felt Master's other hand gently rub her tender rear.

"Angel, do you understand why you were punished?"

Angel thought for a moment. "Because my chores are not done."

"No. Try Again."

Angel was confused. "Is it because I wasn't here to greet you?"

"Wrong again."

Angel felt a hand grab ahold of her shoulder and pull her up. Master turned her around to face him. "Angel, are you afraid of me at all?"

Angel shook her head. "No sir."

"Do you think that I would ever deliberately hurt you?" Angel shook her head harder. "No sir, never."

"Then next time. . ." Master pulled her in close and stared right into her eyes. "When I call for you, do not hesitate. Come to me." He leaned in and gave her a kiss. "Good puppies come when they are called. You're a good puppy aren't you?"

Angel smiled and let out a small 'Yip!' before licking Master's cheek.

Master laughed and ruffled her hair. "That's my good girl." Then, he bent down and picked up her pants, which he then placed on the table. "Angel", he said softly, "lift your arms straight up."

Angel complied with her Master's orders. She let out a breath as she felt Master's fingers running along her sides. His fingers hooked under the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up and off, before adding it to the bottom half of her clothing on the counter top. Then they returned, slowly snaking their way up her now bare sin, which they seemed to be going out of their way to touch every square inch of. She shuddered as they ran across her thighs and abdomen and fought the urge to giggle as they ran up along her spine. Finally, after what seemed like a small eternity, Master's hands - and the fingers attached to them - reached their final destination and slipped behind the underside of her bra cups. Angel let out a soft gasp as she felt her breasts momentarily kneaded and squeezed, but the sensation was over as soon as it began and Master's hands migrated to her back and unclasped her bra before lifting it off as well, leaving her completely nude (her canine accessories, of course, did not count).

"You may put your arms down now."

Angled instinctively moved her arms to cover herself, but Master simply grabbed hold of them and gently placed them behind her back, out of the way. He face, still a bit pin from being bent over completely bottomless, now grew another shade redder as she bowed her head a little. This was one of Master's preferred power moves. Stripping her naked like this entirely at his own discretion was his way of demonstrating her subordinate status and giving her a sense of vulnerability. He could see and touch any part of her that he wished, and she could do nothing to stop it. It was meant to be a humbling experience and in that aspect it was certainly a success, and yet a small part of her also felt proud that Master was so eager to look at her, and though her head remained bowed, she subconsciously pushed her chest and pelvis forward to give Master a better view.