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 **** 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.