Pain and pleasure

When they finish eating, mom and dad take me back to their room. Mom skips ahead like a school girl when dad opens the door. Dad is holding my leash and we follow behind mom as she pulls out several whips, feathers, bottles, and a wooden paddle. Cliche to be sure, but quite intimidating when you know for sure they will be used on you. I whine in fear, to show my contrition for cumming without permission during dinner.

Mom smiles viciously at me, but dad kneels down and pets me gently. “It’s okay Princess. Part of the super deluxe means you only get paired with the most senior and vetted masters. We’ve had years of practice, so we know just how to push you into the submissive pet you want to be. We will hurt you, but you’ll be begging us to keep you by the end of this weekend.” He places a gentle kiss on my head.

Years? Okay, they haven’t just been here before, they are regulars. And proud of it. I wrack my brain to remember every time they left by themselves. How many friends didn’t really need help moving across the country? How many business trips were fake? Is great grandma Antonia and her medical problems even real?

I am shaken from my musings as mom touches my chin with a riding crop. “You won’t earn such a privilege of course, but I look forward to watching you try. Now, beg.”

Eager to please despite my confusion, I lift up my front paws and rock up on my knees and shins. I hold my begging pose and wait for my mom’s punishment. “You came here to be disciplined, molded into the perfect pet, did you not?” I can tell it’s a rhetorical question because puppies can’t talk. Mom quickly snaps her crop against my breasts. I gasp in pain, and she quickly hits me again. “Puppies can’t cry, they whine and yip when hit. Try again!” She smacks me a third time, right on my nipple. I yip in pain, and whine after because of the sting. “Better.”

Dad takes one of the bottles and pours the contents onto his hands, before gently rubbing my breasts where mom hit me. I whine at the stinging sensation as his moist hands touch me. “That’s a good girl. When my wife and I are done with you, even your reflexes will be that of a puppy’s. Good girl. Does that feel better?” As he massages my breasts with the ointment, the pain lessens. I bark happily.

Mom puts down the crop, and I think for a second we are done. “I should go easy on you. It’s your first night. But, I tried to go easy on you by forgiving your first transgression. And you repaid my kindness by disobeying me again.” She picks up the large wooden paddle. “Down girl.” I whine in fear, but get back to all fours. Doubtlessly because he knows his wife well, dad begins positioning me by turning me around and gently but firmly pushing my head to the ground so my ass is in the air behind me, presenting mom with the perfect target.

Without warning she paddles my ass so hard I slide forward almost a foot. I cry out, instantly regretting it. I try and yip, but it’s too late. Mom paddles me again, and I yip loudly and whine for her to forgive me. Dad instantly begins massaging my ass cheeks with his ointment. “Good girl. You will learn. You’re going to be such a perfect puppy. You’ll see.” I pant and whine appreciatively at his touch, happy to have the pain lessened. The fact that these are my parents, weirdly makes it easier to accept this training. Who better to raise the new puppy-me, than the parents that raised the girl-me?

The paddling goes on for longer than the riding crop had. Mom and dad continue to train me, mom relishing paddling my ass, and dad gently massaging the pain away. I lose track of how many times we repeat the cycle, since counting is not part of puppy training. Finally though, mom is satisfied that I will respond appropriately as a puppy even if caught off guard by a sudden pain. I realize she will almost certainly test that later, and am not looking forward to a surprise whipping or paddling in the future. But I just mewl and pant happily at dad’s soothing touch on my bruised ass.

“You’ve been such a good girl, taking this training like a champ, my good girl!” I find myself turning and licking dads arm without even thinking about it, I’m just so happy to be praised.

Suddenly my mom pouts. “Hey, just because I’m the one who does the discipline doesn’t mean she isn’t my good girl too! Come here baby, mommy is going to pamper you in the bath! Get away from daddy. Mommy loves you too!” Seeing my mom jump from dominatrix to needy dog parent is a bit disorienting, but also kind of funny. Not being able to laugh as a puppy, especially since I don’t want to see how fast mom can 180 back to dominatrix, I bark and pant heavily in place of laughter. Mom gets closer and I happily lick her hands as she grabs my face and rubs her nose to my fake mask nose. “Such a good girl, mommy’s pretty girl! Let’s go take a bath, you want a bath with mommy? Yes you do!”

“Bark bark!” This should not be as fun as it is. My ass is still sore, but I let mom guide me to the bathroom as she sticks her tongue out at dad.

“Girls only bath time! Sorry honey!” Damn mom loves teasing dad. Mom starts filling up the bath, and begins undressing herself first. I look up at her in awe. I’m reminded again that I really got screwed on the genetic lottery. Not that my body was bad, but I very much fell on the short and chubby body type, and I never could bring myself to work out enough to get muscle definition through my slight layer of fat. Now looking at mom’s large breasts and toned abs on her tall and feminine frame, it is hard not to be mad at fate for seemingly handpicking the genes to be passed to me to guarantee I don’t get her gorgeous figure. I guess I did get some boobs from her, and my face is clearly that of her daughters, but that’s it…

Oh god no. Mom begins to gently fiddle with my restraints. It’s bath time, so of course she wants me naked. Naked. She slowly undoes my boots to help me out of them. I whine sadly in fear as my legs stretch in a wonderful sensation. She undoes my gloves and I am about ready to cry as my fingers are freed. She pulls out my tail plug to clean and I desperately try and keep myself from crying in panic. She reaches for my mask, and I dive behind the toilet to keep her from removing it. I desperately whine to show my fear and displeasure, wordlessly begging her to leave my mask alone.

“Oh, what’s the matter girl? Did mommy hurt you somehow? Show mommy the boo boo.” No mommy, I’m not hurt, I’m facing an existential crisis for our family in the form of my mom making kissy faces at me! I turn away and push my face against the wall, so there is no way to remove it… snap.

Snap? Oh… oh shit. Shit shit shit. I pull my face away from the wall, and the left half of my mask falls off my face. The mask wasn’t made of cheap plastic, but ironically cheap plastic probably would have bent more and just deformed a bit when I pushed my face against the wall to keep it on. This material, no doubt stronger, doesn’t bend much… which means it breaks instead. Fantastic. I feel my eyes well up with tears at the loss of my puppy identity, both from the broken mask and my inevitable puppy **** once I turn around and mom sees me. Maybe… I can just live here behind the toilet?

“My sweet baby, please come out. What’s wrong baby?” I can probably lay down and sleep here. It’s a bit tight but I’m small. “Let me help you. Do you need some medicine? You can speak for medical emergencies!” Toilet water is at least kinda clean when you flush, so not ideal but I can make it work. “Please baby, I’m really worried right now, I’ll go get daddy, okay?” So if I just figure out food… wait, no!

“No!” I lift my head from behind the toilet and squeak out my protest. The weakness of my voice doesn’t really matter though, as mom looks at my bare face. I’m still on all fours, and it takes a second of pure horror for my brain to remember I have hands, not paws. I bury my face into my hands and cry on the floor. I can’t hear my mom at all, the bathroom silent but for my muffled sobs.

A knock at the door. “Honey, are you okay in there? Can I come…”

“No! Princess, she um… she’s very shy. I’m going to take care of this. She just… cramped really bad.” I can hear the panic in mom’s voice as she desperately lies to her husband to hide his daughter from him as a puppy in a weird pet themed kink resort.

“Ouch, well. Does she need a massage?”

“No, I’ve got it taken care of dear. This is mommy-dau… puppy time. Leave us be!”

“Jeez, okay.”

The sound of the tub filling up and my sobs dominate the bathroom as the air becomes heavy with the dour mood.

“Honey, call the front desk and have them send up another mask in Princess’s size.”

I hear dad grumble at mom’s apparent back and forth over whether she wants him involved with what’s happening in the bathroom. I can’t help myself anymore and breathily begin stammering out to the tile floor beneath me. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

I feel a swat on my butt. “Puppies don’t talk.” My mom sounds defeated. And lost, unsure what to do. Which… is fair. I look up slowly. She’s taken a seat on the toilet, with her hands under her chin staring at me. “Did you know we came here?”

“…” sniffle.

“It’s yes or no, you can nod or shake.”

I shake my head. And sniffle again.

“… and… you want this? I know it’s fun on our side, I just don’t understand why… no. I’m sorry. I just… you’re my… argh.” She rubs her face roughly before standing up and reestablishing her confidence. “One sentence, why do you want to be a puppy?”

“… to be… loved?” My wavering voice tentatively tries to answer.

“Loved? We’ve always loved you… oh. Mierda.” She sits down and gently pets my hair. “I’m sorry me and your dad can be… distant. We both grew up in very large families, so our parents were very hands off. They gave us what we needed and taught us how to be safe, and occasionally gave us affection. But they couldn’t pay attention to all of us so we got used to being close with our siblings. I guess neither one of us thought about what it would be like being raised that way as an only child…”

“… can I stay? At this resort? You can have them take me to different masters and…”

“Absolutely not. I am not trusting my daughter to the sexual whims of strangers.” Mom is having difficulty keeping her voice down. I lower my head, both in real fear and as a signal to her she’s being too loud. She calms down. “If you really want to stay… then we just can’t tell your father. If it’s love and affection you want, to be treated like a beloved pet, then it’s only right it be us that help you down that journey. So…” her face turns from concerned parent to dominant owner. “… either ask me to send you home, or be a good puppy and bark for mommy.”

“… bark!” I feel terrified that mom knows, but also liberated. She smiles down at me like nothing happened, and rubs both my cheeks while rubbing her nose to mine.

“That’s my good girl! Such a pretty girl! Let’s finish your bath now, and I’ll give my good girl a treat! Would you like a treat? Yes you would!” Something about being treated this way by my mom knowingly, makes me so much happier. I wag my butt hard and give little barks to show my eagerness to keep being her good little puppy. Train me mommy! Love me mommy!

We finish up with the bath and mom takes me out and dries me off. After putting on my replacement mask, we step out together and dad has his cock out and ready to go. “Well there my special ladies are. Shall we go to bed?” He clearly doesn’t mean for sleep.

“No honey, Princess is tired so she is going to bed in her doggy bed. You are taking a shower. It’s been a long day. If you want, afterwards me and you can have some fun alone…”

“Ah, it is her first day. I don’t know how well she will be able to sleep though. When I’m out of the shower I’m going to…” dad gets closer to mom, kissing her cheek and whispering into her ear. Based on her smile, he’s making some nice promises of sexual satisfaction. He kisses her once more and hops into the shower.

Still blushing, mom guides me over to my doggy bed… at the foot of their bed. I lie down and try to go to sleep before dad finishes his shower, but no luck. The lights go out, and I try to resist the urge to touch myself as the room is filled with the sounds of wild love making. I can feel their bed creak, and I desperately want to poke my head up and see what they are doing to make those noises… but no. Stay strong. They are my parents! … and my masters. I whimper in need as my pussy begs me for attention in the sex filled room.

It’s only after almost half an hour of wild passion, they calm down. But I still hear softer sounds, little kisses, moans as they gently touch each other… and whispers, just enough that I’m sure that the topic is my training, but quiet enough not to hear what the plan is. Sexually stimulated but unsatisfied, I fall into a restless sleep.

My first day was… interesting.