Three more blows

The mischevious mutt lifted the heavy, makeshift , manually powered paddling machine's slapper again. Whiff ! Whack !

" Ohh ! my inferior gemellus."

Swing, wham ! " And my infraglutel crease..look it up, you perverts"

Swoosh, whap ! " Howwl !"

The dog smelled the reddened, smarting rump again, apparently pleased with the results. Then, still gripping the outside of Ami's hips, he forced the hapless heroine through the dogdoor.

They emerged inside in a large dog cage, in a rather suggestive position, with Ami crawling and bawling on all fours, stark naked, like a dog, and a large, white pitbull sttaddling her posterior, up on his hind legs like a man.