He starts to train a puppy

"Well, well, well," Frank chuckled looking down at the whimpering girl. "A very naughty puppy. Come to take some training I guess." He picked up the leash and slapped it against his palm, looking down at Tara with cold cruelty. Her eyes widened and she wriggled gently, still holding her paws up and making little whining noises.

"Let's see if we can teach you any tricks," he sneered. "Roll over, puppy!" He gave her rump a light smack with the end of the leash, making her yelp but quickly roll over, doing her best imitation of an obedient dog. Frank smiled approvingly as he noticed she wore no panties. She got back to her knees, still holding the vinyl biscuit, her paws begging, her eyes pleading as she whimpered.

"Release!" he said, pulling the biscuit out of her mouth. He picked up another toy and tossed it across the room. "Go fetch! Go fetch and bring it back!"

He grinned as she scampered away on her hands and knees, still making puppy noises, then picked up the toy in her mouth and carried it back, getting on her knees and holding her paws up, wiggling her rump like she was a pleased puppy.

"You're learning," he said with a chuckle. "I might not have to take you to the pound yet!" She made more whimpering noises, her eyes wide and pleading.