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Scene 2 - Pussywhipped

AN: Rakuen is my (gender-shifting) character and Kiri belongs to Kiralia. Kiri is technically a herm but also a magical shape-shifter who I am using as a female, anthro umbreon here. Don't forget to leave a comment!

Kiri pulled firmly, flicking the prong into one of the eyes of the strap with practised ease. She stepped back and smirked. Rakuen was strapped down on her back, each limb stretched out and secured, her tail was also restrained, leaving her fluffy, white belly fully exposed.

"What should I do with you now?" giggled Kiri, reaching down to rub the squirming growlithe's belly. "Mmm... I bet I know what you want."

A few moments later and Kiri was holding a short flogger in her hand. The whole thing was made of heavy black rubber, with a weighted handle that grew into a short, thick strap. It whooshed through the air, striking between Rakuen's hind legs with a loud slap. Squealing, she tossed from side to side, squirming and tugging against her restraints. Again the strap come down, Rakuen's cunny already turning red from the impact and hot to the touch.

"You like that don't you?" sang Kiri, looming over the pup. "You just want me to punish you~ So naughty!"

Rakuen whimpered in reply, shaking her head as she fought back tears.

"You don't want to be punished?" asked Kiri, raising the flogger and bringing it down again then again. The strikes hitting slightly off centre, causing the edge of the strap to bite into the puppy's sensitive flesh.

Rakuen threw her head back, howling out in pain.

"Uh uh! No punish!" She cried.

Kiri just giggled as the heavy strap came down again and again without mercy. Each time drawing forth wails of agony until the flesh between Rakuen's hind legs seemed to glow with heat.

"Sniff it," ordered Kiri, dangling the strap above Rakuen's head.

The trembling canine raised her nose, breathing in quickly, ears sinking back. The strap was glistening with her juices. One ran down the rubber and dripped onto her nose. She sneezed.

"Now lick it."

Rakuen whimpered, trying to sink down into the table she was strapped on. Kiri frowned, flicking her slave's cheek with the strap.

"Lick!"

Flinching from the strap on her face, though it wasn't actually hard enough to hurt, she parted her lips, tongue stretching out to taste the mix of rubber and canine lust.

Reaching down, Kiri gave her growlithe's ears a scratch and some praise, "Good girl. Good slave!"

Then there came another slap, a loud yelp and the strap was dangling and dripping over Rakuen's muzzle once more.

"Again."

Whimpering softly, the growlithe licked the instrument that was causing her so much pain.

"Now, tell me what that is."

Only soft whines and pleading glances came from the growlithe.

"Tell me," sung Kiri, lightly running the strap over Rakuen's twitching folds. "What is it, slave?"

"M..my juices..." stammered the bound pup.

"Oooh! And why is that, hmm? You like it? you like being tied down. Helpless. Just mine to play with as I whip your little cunny till you gush?"

Rakuen sobbed, tears running down her face as she nodded, ears flat.

"Well done! Now we haven't quite made you gush yet." giggled Kiri, "So I think you need a bit more whipping!"

She raised the flogger and, a few seconds, later a loud, wet slap and a high-pitched yelp echoed out together.

*****

"See puppy," spoke Kiri as she started to release the growlithe, "You can't hide anything from me. That's because you're mine. My toy. My property. My slave."

Rakuen rolled off the table, flopping to the floor on her weak limbs. She was panting heavily, her muzzle stained with tears while her tail and hind legs were soaked with the evidence of her orgasm. That evidence was easily visible as she kept her tail raised, flinching when even stray strands of fur brushed against her nethers.

"You're not all that different from this flogger actually," giggled Kiri, waving it in front of Rakuen's nose and causing the growlithe to shy backwards. "Although..." she continued, "It's just my property. You're also my slave." She leashed the growlithe as she continued to speak, pulling her along. "So, in some ways, this little strap outranks you."

Kiri chuckled as he watched her slave growl almost inaudibly. Her gaze following down from her ears, twitching against her skull, along her back, seeing the fur shift from orange to black three times, to where cream fluff burst out from her rump.

"And you made quite a mess on Mr Flogger," she stated in the same voice one might use to scold a child. "Now apologise~"

"Wh..what?" stammered Rakuen, taken aback.

"You heard me. Apologise for making such a mess on him."

"It's an object!" Rakuen protested.

Any further complaints were quickly cut off by a yelp as Kiri swung the strap against the growlithe's back.

"And you're just an object!" she countered, "But this one outranks you, so show it the proper respect or you will regret it."

Breathing rapidly after the strike, the growlithe whined, raising her eyes to the flogger dangling in Kiri's hand.

"I'm s..sorry..."

Kiri loudly cleared her throat.

"I'm... sorry... Mr Flogger, Sir..."

"Very good, puppy," purred Kiri, "but I'm afraid Mr Flogger isn't quite satisfied with your apology."

Rakuen made to reply but any thoughts were choked off as Kiri sped off, dragging her along by the leash.

For the second time that day, Rakuen found herself tied down. Each limb locked in a metal cuff and anchored to the ground where she stood, unable to move away.

"I'm sorry, puppy. I thought you did well but Mr Flogger is still unhappy."

She came up behind Rakuen, a latex glove on one of her hands. It looked like she had lube on the glove before she grabbed Rakuen's tail and blocked her view. The short chains on her ankles clinked as she squirmed with Kiri's finger slipping easily into her cunny and pressing all over. It slipped out and rubbed her folds as well, especially focussed on her sensitive clit, leaving the growlithe moaning softly.

For the next few seconds, during which Kiri removed the glove, everything felt fine. Then it didn't. It started as just a tingle which quickly grew in intensity until Rakuen felt like her whole cunny was on fire. Pain burned everywhere, inside and outside, leaving her whimpering, tears falling to the ground as she struggled to lift a paw to wipe herself.

"Capsaicin cream?" asked Kiri, shaking her head. "That's very cruel Mr Flogger. Surely puppy wasn't that bad? She was! Well, she's a slave and you're not so you're totally free to punish her as you see fit!"

Kiri finished her one-sided conversation and laid the heavy rubber flogger in front of her desperately-sobbing slave.

"If you can convince Mr Flogger that you're truly sorry for making a mess and disrespecting him then we'll remove the capsaicin cream. Otherwise you'll just have to wait until it wears off in a few hours."

Rakuen gave a howl of pure pain, her whole vision blurry through the tears but she bowed down, at least as best as she could with her limbs bound, in Mr Flogger's general direction and pleaded. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make a mess! I won't do it again! Just stop the burning!"

"Keep going," encouraged Kiri, "You need to learn to beg your betters for mercy."

She ruffled the growlithe's head fluff then walked off to find somewhere quiet for a nap. Somewhere away from the whimpers and howls that rose between Rakuen's desperately attempts to beg the rubber strap before her for mercy.

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