Her failure gets punished

"So you failed?" asked Mr Karlsson.

"Yes, sir," replied Lisa, who still hadn't quite gotten over the rejection. "He figured out you sent me."

Mr Karlsson shook his head. "That boy's pride… but that doesn't change the fact that the mistake was yours. You should have approached it more eloquently."

"Yes, sir," replied Lisa. He was right. She had been overconfident. And David's words stung. She 'had' treated him like a toy. She had been condescending to him, thinking that just touching his cock would make him completely lose himself.

"So you must be punished, of course."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you decide."

They were in Mr Karlsson's bedroom again. She and Sara sat on their knees in front of Mr Karlsson and wife Maja. They were wearing only their thin, short nightgowns. Sara had put her bright hair up in two thin braids, her cheeks were painted red and her eyes were lightly shadowed. As usual, the nipples were stiff under the thin fabric. Lisa herself wore similar makeup, but her hair hung loosely down her back.

"Take off your clothes, ****. Honey, do you want to prepare the worthless little strumpet?"

Mrs. Maja nodded and picked out a leather collar fastened to a longer leash. She waited until Lisa pulled off her nightgown and exposed her naked body before she fastened it around Lisa's neck and pulled testingly. Lisa followed her obediently.

"You are a dog, a bitch, and like all dogs you must be trained to obey. A dog cannot walk on two legs and only uses its tongue to eat and drink. When I say foot you sit by me. Do you understand, little bitch?"

"Yes, Mrs. Maja. I am an obedient bitch."

"Sara, lie in bed and spread your legs." The maid quickly obeyed and lay on her back, pulling her knees up to her stomach and parting them wide. Her pussy glistened.

Mrs. Maja picked up a riding whip from the bedside table and began to lead Lisa around the room with her leash. Lisa crawled on all fours after her, naked and red faced as her heart hammered. The humiliation of being treated like a dog had quite an effect on her body and she felt her thighs get moist with every crawling step. She was led around the room a few laps and Mrs. Maja increased her pace a little, so that she fell behind. Immediately the riding whip hit her bare buttocks with a loud *SMACK*. Lisa quipped and felt the red stripe form across her tail.

"Keep pace, stupid little bitch!" said Mrs. Maja. *SMACK*. The whip hit the same spot and Lisa squealed louder and hurried to crawl to her owner's bare feet. "Stay by my feet, bitch!" She whipped again, harder than before. *SMACK* The whip burned like fire against her already stinging skin, but at the same time she felt the urges from her pussy increase with each rap. She was cruelly reminded of how long it had been since she had been allowed to feel between her legs, how many days that had passed since Sara led her to orgasm in their shared bed. By now, her dripping little bitch cunt was practically crying.

"Is the bitch thirsty?" asked Mrs. Maja.

"Yes, Mrs. Maja," Lisa answered between her moans.

*SMACK*

“That’s not how a dog talks, is it?”

“N-no, Mrs M- AH-“ *SMACK*

“No it isn’t. How does a good little doggy speak then?”

“W-woof…? Woff!”

“It’s time to learn some manners. You are nothing but a stupid little fuckpet, and it’s time you learned that. Get up on your toes and squat like a good puppy, hands folded by your tits and tongue out for your owners. When I tell you to bark, you will woof. When I tell you to pant, you will breathe like a stupid little puppy as the spit drips from your tongue. And when I tell you to gape, you will open your mouth for your owner's cock. You understand?”

“Woof!” Lisa barked obediently, even though her face was burning as she positioned herself in a squat, her thighs split wide and her soaked cunt completely exposed. She folded her hands under her breasts and stuck out her tongue, feeling the last remains of her dignity leave her for all eternity.

Mrs. Maja led her on the leash to Sara, who was still lying in bed with her bare feet high in the air and her legs wide apart. "Drink, my little bitch," ordered Mrs. Maja, bringing her bouncy head between the maid's legs. Lisa lowered her face and sucked Sara's hard, pink bead.

*SMACK* The riding whip hit her buttocks again and Lisa involuntarily yelped, both in pain and involuntary pleasure.

"A dog drinks with its tongue!" cried Mrs. Maja, raising her whip again. *SMACK*. Lisa sobbed and cooed and quickly went to lick Sara's pussy like a good doggie. She lapped and lapped as if she were a thirsty puppy ​​over a bowl, slurping up Sara's dripping cunt.

"Good doggie," said Mrs. Maja, stroking her hair as she licked. "Keep going. Drink all you can." Mrs. Maja's hands caressed the red stripes over her butt. Lisa felt her fingers playing between her cheeks and gently pressed against her tight, wrinkly hole. Lisa gasped as a finger slipped past her sphincter and stopped, with no more than the fingernail inside her. "Good little bitch. Does it taste good?"

"Woof woof!" Lisa answered between licks.

"Good." The finger slipped out of her ass and she felt Mrs. Maja let go of the leash. She continued to obediently lick Sara's bare pussy.

"Foot!"

Lisa immediately spun around and hurried on all fours towards the farmer's wife, who was standing on the other side of the room. She knelt down next to the woman’s beautiful feet. "Good girl. Paw!" Lisa obediently placed her hand in Mrs. Maja's outstretched fingers and received a pat on the head as a reward. Lisa couldn't help blushing even deeper. She was now kneeling naked in front of another woman, a leash around her neck and her pussy dripping, and felt 'proud' of a pat on the head! Why did she find so much pleasure in being their obedient, worthless little pet?

"What's your verdict, honey?"

"She is an obedient dog," said Mr Karlsson. "But even the most obedient of bitches needs to be trained. She needs to learn to control herself even when the going gets tough. Get her ready."

"Yes honey." Mrs. Maja took her leash again and led her across the room to an empty armchair with a soft, padded seat. "Jump!"

Lisa obeyed and climbed onto the armchair and sat down on her knees, facing her owner.

"Lay down with your ass against the edge and back against the seat."

Lisa leaned back in the deep armchair and spread her legs.

"Pull your legs back, as far as you can. Knees past the head!"

Lisa grabbed her thighs with her hands and pulled them back as far as she could, just like she had seen Sara do before. Her knees were right in front of her head and her feet were dangling in the air. Her pussy was completely exposed and she felt her folds split as they throbbed in rhythm with her arousal.

Mr Karlsson stood in front of her, Mrs. Maja's riding whip in hand. Mrs. Maja herself sat down on a table behind him, parted her silk robe and called to Sara, who immediately found her place between her legs, her face in her pussy. "Train her well, darling," said Mrs. Maja, stroking Sara's hair between her legs.

"A good bitch must obey every order from its owner, regardless of convenience or preference. You must not lower or cross your legs until I say so. After each hit, you must thank me by barking, followed by a “thank you, sir”. If you forget, the punishment will start over."

"W-woof," barked Lisa, a little nervously. Her legs were wide apart, her pussy hungrily waiting for contact with... anything. It wasn't the pain she feared, but the pleasure. If she lost control and allowed herself to orgasm, she would betray her master twice in one day. And she really didn't want that.

Mr Karlsson drew the tip of the whip over her tits and flicked lightly over the areola.

"Woof! Thank you, sir!"

He flicked again and her nipples stiffened from the slight sting.

"Woof! Thank you, sir!"

He moved the whip with a feather-light touch down her belly and inside her thighs. He flicked twice quickly over each thigh.

"Woof! Thank you, sir!" She fought the impulse to close her legs or move her hand over her pussy.

And then the whip touched her pulsating labia. She took a deep breath as her entire body sent jolts of pleasure down between her legs. Her feet trembled in the air above. How was she going to handle this?

*SMACK* The whip hit her pussy and she yelped, but managed to keep her legs apart. She was close to exploding there and then.

"Woof! Thank you, sir!" she sobbed.

*SMACK* The pain was intense as leather hit the sensitive skin between her legs, but even so, her pussy began to send signals to her body. Her hip began to involuntarily jolt up and down in the armchair and the orgasm began to build in her body.

"Woof! Oh… thank you sir!" Lisa was now crying from the struggle against her cunt. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, but with a drop of will she held back the orgasm.

*SMACK* She squirmed and tossed around in the chair, but kept her legs apart and raised.

*SMACK* The next hit came before she could say thank you for the first one.

"Ah- Woof! Oh, thank you sir-"

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

"WOOOOOFFF! OHHH, thank you sir!", Lisa screamed. "Woof! Please sir, let me come! I can't take it anymore! Woof! Please! Woof! Woof!" Tears streamed down her cheeks, her body was in spasms and it felt like she was hanging over a precipice, with only a finger around a branch to stop her fall. Soon the finger would give way and the orgasm would come.

Mr Karlsson calmed down. "I'm going to give five more raps, hard and fast. If you make it without flinching or giving in to orgasm, I promise to reward you. If you fail, you won't be touched for another week, at the earliest. Do you understand?"

"Woof! Yes- yes sir," Lisa sobbed. She wouldn't survive another week, her pussy wouldn't let her. She would succumb to her weakness, she was sure. So she mustered up all the remnants of resistance and braced herself for the whip's punishing kisses against her pussy.

"Count them and give thanks after each one." Mr Karlsson raised his whip.

*SMACK* "Woof! One! Thank you sir!"

*SMACK* "Woof! Two! Thank you sir!"

*SMACK* "WOOF! THREE! THANK YOU MASTER!"

She was about to lose control. Her pussy screamed and burned. The pain and pleasure merged and became inseparable. Her bare, soft little feet kicked the air above her. And Lisa cried in frustration.

*SMACK* "W-WOOOF! FOUR! THANK YOU SIR!"

The orgasm pressed against her, was a hair's width away from breaking loose. She wouldn't make it through the last lash.

*SMACK* "WOOOOOOOOFFFFF! FIVE! OH THANK YOU MY LORD!" She howled, convulsed and writhed in the armchair. Bolts of pleasure pulsed through her pussy, and Lisa closed her eyes in the fight against orgasm.

'Please, please hold back,' she whispered through her mind’s eye. It took several seconds - which felt like years - but finally the budding orgasm receded, just a step. But she got it under control.

"Hold still, bitch," ordered Mr Karlsson. He rounded the armchair, moved out of sight. Lisa was left with her hands clutching her thighs and her trembling little feet in the air. But suddenly, his hard cock slammed against her mouth as he’d taken position behind her and shoved her face down over the back of the chair. Mr Karlsson took a firm hold of her head and began to push his cock down her throat. She accepted it and gagged as it slid past her tongue and down her throat. She held her breath, fighting back sobs and blinked through tears as the cock slid deeper and deeper into her. She swallowed half the shaft... two thirds... and suddenly his balls pressed against her chin. Tears ran down her already wet cheeks as he kept his cock in her throat.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds. It was becoming difficult not to pull back.

Four seconds. She moaned dully against his cock.

Five seconds. "Good girl," said Mr Karlsson proudly. He pulled his cock free from her throat and Lisa coughed as she finally got some air. She had made it! She smiled up at her master, who returned her smile with a rare one of his own.

"Keep your legs in place," he said softly, stroking her cheek. "You've been amazing, my little pet." He rounded her so he was standing in front of her again. "And now you shall have your reward."