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He could try to deny his nerves all he wanted, but Lavernicus wouldn't be able to lie about the twitch in his digits as he curled them into a fist and gently knocked on the door to the apartment.

"Does she like flowers? Really hope she likes flowers," he was talking to himself even when he heard footsteps approaching the door from the other side. His brain was running on all cylinders, devouring thoughts faster than he could realize in order to stop them from seeping past his lips. "Of course she likes flowers. _Everyone_does!"

He was looking for a second opinion, but there was no one around to give him one, save for the woman who finally did open the door. "It's bad enough when someone comes knocking when I'm not expecting company, but it's even worse when they're the talkative type..."

Her stern voice put an end to Lav's rambling. He gulped immediately at the sight of scarlet eyes gazing into his own, but she wasn't trying to paralyze him with her stare.

The sinister intentions behind those calm pools of crimson was captivating enough that she could gaze upon Lav without any other emotions, and keep him frozen in place.

"And just as soon as I start to wonder who the heck you are, you finally shut your pie hole. Mind explaining why you were knocking on my door, stranger?"

"...O-oh! I'm sorry, I must have the wrong apartment," Lav replied after a quick shake of the head, righting himself. "You're not Emmel."

Though it was hard to tell, Lav was sure that he saw the tiniest bit of a grin crack at the edge of her cheek. "No, I'm not," she replied casually.

There was nothing casual about the claws that poked into his chest and tugged him right past the threshold of the door, tossing him into the middle of the entryway. Before Lav could protest, the door of the apartment was slammed and locked, and the flowers he'd taken such great care in picking out for his prospective date were crushed under his own weight, scattered across the floor.

"Is that...how they say hello where you're from?" a dizzied German Shepherd was still trying to get his bearings back, but he only got as far as his side before he felt the sting of a sharp, narrow heel against his cheek. "Because I think this greeting has gone on a little too long!"

He didn't catch the sight of the vixen rolling her eyes, his face still angled just away from her body by the pressure of her paw against it. " Great. You're the cheeky type, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically, her sarcasm so dry that Lav couldn't tell if she was looking forward to his company, or utterly loathing it.

Whatever the case was, she hadn't kicked him out just yet, but she wasn't explaining herself, either.

"I've been told I have a good sense of humor?" Lav replied. He was generally surer of himself than that, but the woman he'd just met was throwing him nothing but curveballs. "If I'm putting it on too thick, I can dial it back a bit?"

"That won't be necessary," she murmured. "If anything, I wanna see how long you can keep a cheesy smile on your face after I get to work on you."

The weight of her heel slowly dragged through the fur on his cheek, but Lav didn't notice much of a sting when he was finally allowed to get a better look at the vixen from the floor. He tried to be respectful with his eyes, but there was no avoiding the tight, clinging outfit that grabbed at her hips like a second skin. It was cut so high that he couldn't help gazing under it as his eyes moved up to meet with her own, but as her own narrowed, he knew that she'd noticed...and she _wasn't_happy with it.

"I'd really hate to make you work on a day off," Lav did his best to keep good humor alive, even when her heel pressed down against his wrist, keeping him from gathering up the flowers he'd dropped. "H-how about I just pick these up and make my way to where I was supposed to go?"

"You've still got seven hours, by my count."

His ears immediately folded at the arbitrary count. "Seven hours?! How did you even come up with that?"

"Seven unnecessary knocks on my door, seven hours of whatever recompense I deem acceptable," she explained, without even a hint of extra emotion in her voice. She continued to treat the ordeal like it was an obligation for her, but a certain sense of enjoyment was radiating from her subdued expression as she kept her glare turned on the larger canine. "A good date should take up the bulk of a day, shouldn't it?"

"But you're not the person I was trying to go on a date with."

"We've established that," she agreed. "I'm not sure who this 'Emmel' person is, but my name is Starlit, and you're not the person I was hoping to see today, either. It only seems fair that I get a little retribution for you wasting my time."

Where most dominant parties were playful about the way that they teased a submissive creature, Starlit was playing completely unfair to Lav, who tried not to wince as her heel ground into his wrist, keeping it pinned and keeping him on edge. "I think you've got fair confused with something else," he grunted, trying to wiggle his paw free.

He knew the vixen wasn't going to budge, but it was worth a shot, as she leaned over his nervous muzzle and peered down into his curious eyes. "Do you really think you're in any position to correct me, stranger?"

He rapidly shook his head.

"Good. That means you can be taught...I was starting to wonder."

Lav was caught in his own sense of wonder; he didn't dare to ask her about it, but he couldn't help being curious why Starlit was wearing such a revealing, and quite frankly, ostentatious outfit when she was supposedly just planning to spend the day in by herself.

He'd heard of playing dress up, but it seemed that the silver vixen was taking the term to a new, and entirely literal level, without anything else planned for the day.

"Well of c-

A single pawtip came to rest upon his lips, silencing him just that easily. "When did I say that you could talk, pup?"

The question itself felt like a trap, leaving the poor canine to wonder if he should reply against her digit, or simply keep quiet. Her gaze was sharpening on him the longer that he sat in silent wonder, so he finally did start to open his mouth again, slowly as he could. "You didn't."

"No, I certainly did not ," she reminded him. "Normally I'd think that a full afternoon would be enough to teach a mutt like you some sense, but I get the feeling you'd need a week just to learn the basics."

"The basics?" Lav asked, but immediately, he realized the error of his ways. His eyes shrunk with fear as he expected something brutal to happen to him, but instead, the vixen just shook her head with quiet disapproval, her scarlet bangs shaking in front of one of her matching eyes as she did.

He knew that he caught sight of a smirk, but it was only flashed for a moment as Starlit lifted her heel from his wrist. "Yes, and I'd be glad to put you through all of them, but I'm afraid that an afternoon of my time would be insufficient...no matter how skilled I might be, it's up to you in order to grasp the lessons, mutt. For your sake, I hope you can learn faster than this."

There was nothing stopping Lav from jumping up to his feet and running for the door, but the flowers he'd bought for his date were crushed, right along with his spirits. As if she knew how to bore a hole into the back of his mind and probe around for what his greatest needs were, she could feel his desire for validation growing, and better still, she was the only one who could grant him that sensation, anymore.

The first chance he had to run away and save his skin was given away by his own indecision; the last chance was taken from him by force, as he noticed the return of the silver vixen, and something that glimmered in the light as it dangled over him.

"The fact that you stayed means you must want this at least a little bit; a real shame, that," she said, as an open cuff slapped down the wrist she'd stepped on before. "It's more fun when my victims are completely unwilling."

Taken by such surprise that he couldn't pull his other arm away fast enough, Lav tried to scramble up from his back, but only made it easier for Starlit to bind his wrists together in the shiny cuffs and leave him helpless to escape her clutches. She caught him with such little effort that she wondered if he was trying to make it easier for her, but she had no intentions of going easier on him, no matter how sweet he tried to be.

"You...wouldn't really be that cruel, would you?"

"Oh, bless your heart...you really have no idea who I am, do you, mutt?"

There was more to her name than Lav thought to give credit for, but he didn't have a chance to apologize for underestimating her. Her vengeance was swift, and he wasn't just paying for failing to give credit where credit was due.

He'd spoken out of turn yet again, and this time, other parts of his body were going to pay the price.

"I thought it was pre-

"That still wasn't permission for you to speak," Starlit reminded him, as the thin, leather strip of a riding crop brushed against the side of his neck. The touch alone halted his words, but his lower lip trembled at the cool material pushing against the underside of his chin, keeping his muzzle closed. "And I'm not interested in what you think, or what you have to say. I'm interested in taking out some of my aggression on you...since, it's your fault that I'm feeling it in the first place, after all."

That is completely unfair, Lav kept the thought in the back of his mind, afraid to voice any sort of dissent against the domineering succubus. "You sure you weren't upset before now?" he finally did speak once more, but his choice of words was poor, at best. "I mean, most people wouldn't be so angry just because someone knocked on their door..."

To say that Lavernicus didn't quite understand the intricacies of play that arose between dominant and submissive parties might have been an understatement, but that did keep things interesting for Starlit, who delicately slapped the side of his muzzle with the end of her riding crop.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to imply, but there's no way for you to save that statement, so let me do you a favor and stop you before you bother," she groaned, her eyes narrowing once again and shimmering with renewed frustrations. "You're not going to weasel your way out of this."

"Of course I'm not; I'm a canine."

Starlit couldn't decide if Lavernicus was trying to play aloof, or if he really was that masterful at pushing all of her buttons. She could have relented on him for the pun, but without so much as pulling in a deep breath, she eased back her temper and allowed a tiny grin to crack the corner of her muzzle.

Somehow, that tiny response was scarier than any physical force she could have used on the German Shepherd.

"You certainly are," she agreed, her voice too casual to be comforting. "But you're not just any canine; you're a floor dog, and I hope you like being one, because I meant it when I said you weren't going anywhere for a while."

Reconciling his fear and a slowly building arousal was becoming properly difficult for Lavernicus, who couldn't help noticing an air of sensuality in every action Starlit undertook. It was never the focus of the act, but the smooth, sliding touch of the leather loop as it trailed down the side of his cheek again was accented with a light tickle under his chin...but the showstopper was her heel, as it came to rest on his chest.

It wasn't so much weight that he couldn't breathe, but every moment that passed, he'd be entirely aware of the stabbing pressure at his sternum, acting as a main event as his other senses were teased, reducing his own sexuality to little more than a side show.

"What, uhm...oh. May I talk?"

Starlit rolled her eyes. "You already are, so make it quick..."

"What should I do, exactly?"

"And here I was worried that you were going to ask me a stupid question," Starlit pressed down harder with the sharpened heel and licked her lips as the pinned canine winced in discomfort. "You have to be punished again for speaking out of line, but the good news is that it doesn't change my answer. All you have to do is lay there and keep your mouth shut...though you may find that a difficult task, in a little bit."

Lavernicus desperately wanted to ask why that was the case, but he was finally learning that his words were better kept off the table, as he felt the weight of the riding crop pressing under his muzzle, keeping his lips sealed.

"Prove to me that you can be a good boy, floor dog," she whispered, her gaze capturing his very soul with its intensity. "And I might pretend to go easy on you."

The aura of her sensuality was getting to Lavernicus without his realizing it, though she brought it more to the forefront of his thoughts as she dragged the end of the riding crop down from his muzzle when she was confident he'd keep his mouth closed. Satisfied with his momentary obedience, she ran the smooth, delicate leather down over the barren fluff of his chest, drawing lazy circles in the fur upon his underbelly and teasing his mind with thoughts of where she'd strike next.

It was all a distraction, as the crop bolted down toward his crotch and settled against the warm fuzz around his sheath; he hardly noticed it, in the face of her other heel digging into his tummy as she stood triumphantly over him.

"What's the matter? Hurts a little more than you expected?" she asked, ignoring the fact that she could feel something growing against the leather of the crop. "You're just dying to complain about it, aren't you?"

Lav was still smiling just a little, though it was nerves that kept his lips curled as he tried to hide the decidedly canine whimper that escaped his throat. The sound was akin to delicate silk being drawn across Starlit's tender eardrums, but she didn't let him see just how much she enjoyed the pathetic cries he held back.

She knew that properly dominating someone with such a positive and jovial spirit was more enjoyable if you drew out the process, and snapped them back to reality, just before they fully gave themselves over.

"Go on, pup. Whimper for me."

He knew it was a trap, learning quicker than he had all night in the heat of the moment.

He also knew that no matter what action he took, something worse was coming.

"Come on; a good boy would have been whistling Dixie for me already," Starlit judged him as her grin widened, but only in the slightest. "I hope you can put on a better show than this...you're starting to make me feel like I took a bullet for your date."

Starlit knew she didn't have to stand on the canine's chest to dominate him: that part was simply for her enjoyment, as each little shift of her thighs twisted the points of her heels and ground them further into Lav's tender flesh. She could see the evidence of his enjoyment out of the corner of her eye, but she addressed it no further than the tender brush of the leather strap near the base...she couldn't entirely stop him from enjoying himself if he was into the treatment, but now, she knew that she had much wider limits to work with.

When she felt his nervous, yet excitable gaze creeping past the fishnet stockings around her thighs and up toward the hem of her short, clinging dress, she felt renewed motivation to test those limits.

"Do you see something you like, floor dog?"

She could have simply gone about punishing his bad behavior, but addressing it and planting that seed of self-consciousness in the back of his mind was so much more fun for her. Even when her muted expression didn't show it, her heart with racing with excitement as the canine gulped and froze up, wishing that he could shake his head.

Telling the truth was going to be bad. Lying would be worse.

"You've gone awfully quiet," she murmured, and much to his surprise, the silver vixen stepped down from his body. "You know, now would be the ideal time to say something, if you were going to...women do enjoy being complimented."

Opting for silence as his best bet, the canine only hoped he was making the right move as Starlit stepped away for a moment, providing him with a final opportunity to scramble up to his feet and make an escape.

When she returned and saw him still resting there on his back, she knew he was a willing vector for the punishment; that knowledge tightened her grip on the handle of a large, wooden paddle.

The black finish made the device smooth against her open palm as she stroked the side of it and gave a suggestive push into Lav's side with her heel. "Roll over, boy. It seems you still haven't figured out when to put that mouth of yours to work."

Her words suggested something truly intimate, but there was no lack of intimacy in her approach as the German Shepherd rolled immediately onto his tummy, trying to ignore the discomfort of his thickened member being pressed under his own stomach.

She gave him quick assistance in that, as a heel pressed down into one of the curvy cheeks of his rump, and a solid, satisfying WHACK came across the other.

Lavernicus couldn't keep a yelp from escaping his lips, and with his paws cuffed together, he couldn't cover his mouth to try and deny the sound.

"Was that too much for you? I feel like it was," she taunted him, daring him to say that he'd had enough, and yet, he only offered a tiny shake of the head as the paddle came down on the very same spot without warning, turning a slow, fading pain to a fresh, roaring torrent.

Brushing the paddle back and forth over the bristles of his fur only stoked those fires as anguish radiated out toward the base of his tail, and in the tip of it, he felt her grasp and a tight, sudden pull as she moved his tail firmly out of the way; another crushing blow landed on his rump as punishment for obscuring her view, though even that much wasn't explained to him.

With his eyes forward, unable to roll back over, the poor canine couldn't possibly know when the next strike would come, but the sensations changed without notice when she squatted over his backside, resting her other sharp heel in the heart of the struck area, nearly piercing the flesh and leaving poor Lavernicus to squirm under her body, his mind unable to decide if he should be excited by the attention, or if he should simply embrace the pain.

A firm swat against his left cheek didn't help matters in the least. "I know you're making a mess of my floor under there," she called out his arousal and rolled her eyes at the thought of it. "I don't suppose you brought any cleaning products for your date, that's a real shame...because I'm fresh out of them."

If not for a series of quick, teasing slaps against his backside, shaking his flesh and sparking his pain every few seconds, he would have put the degrading punishment together in his mind, but just before he got the point, he got the paddle again with a thick, heavy WHAP.

He was already fearful about his butt touching the seat of his car on the way home.

"Probably thought you were going to end the evening with a good night kiss, didn't you?" she asked, toying with his emotions as much as his body, as she rubbed the flat of the paddle between the bare cheeks of his rump, trying to decide where to strike next and keeping the tender nerves from settling. "You won't be getting one of those from me, but I'm sure the woodgrain is willing."

Standing upright and using her legs to add new strength to a full, powerful swat against the whole of his backside, Starlit put her all into the blow, only to grip the canine by the base of his tail and give another yank. "And if you don't reply with a 'yes, mistress' this time...I'm gonna make you give my whole apartment a tongue bath."

A pathetic, whimpering howl and an obedient, "Y-Yes, mistress!" escaped his lips as they finally opened. He got the point right away, going up on all fours to make it easier for Starlit to drag him backwards, until his nose was brushing through the tiny puddle of excitement he'd made.

"Hmmph. I can't believe I'm saying this, but...good boy," she dangled the paddle from a small rope in the handle, allowing it to rest against his upright rear with the threat of further pain, if he missed a spot. "Make sure you don't miss a single spot...your mistress has a phone call to make, and I will be checking your work."

Already slurping the mess from the floor with wide, long strokes of his tongue, the German Shepherd didn't expect to feel the crushed stems of his flowers smashing down against his head as Starlit stepped away on her heels, casting a disgusted glare back over her shoulder at him. On her outfit, there was no room for a cell phone, but it turned out to be for the best that she had to leave the room to make her call.

**

"So he really stood you up?"

"Yeah! I can't believe it...the guy spends all this time buttering me up and telling me how excited he is to finally go on a date with me, and then he doesn't even show!"

"It's his loss. You're honestly better off without him if he couldn't even make it to your date on time."

Starlit was resting against the window in her bedroom, chatting with one of her best friends about their own miseries for the night. "It's just so strange to me, you know? Why bother building me up so much and trying so hard if you're not even gonna show?"

"Sounds like a real weirdo," Starlit replied. "If he's serious about trying to win you back, he's gonna have to do something pretty grand to make it up to you."

On the other end of the line, Emmel was putting out the candles in her apartment and shrugging out of the vibrant dress of red that she'd picked for what was supposed to be a special evening. "I dunno if he can make it up to me...I hope wherever he is right now, he's getting what he deserve for this."

"The universe has a funny way of sorting these kinds of things out," Starlit claimed, as she stepped out of her bedroom and stood in front of Lavernicus once more, leering down at him and holding a whip against the underside of his chin. "I'm sure he's getting all that and more, my dear."

Just on the other side of the wall, Emmel had no idea that her date was getting the first of what would be many lashings that evening; Starlit had plenty of frustration left to work through, and by her measure, the floor wasn't completely clean, after all...