Collar

“Ta-Da!” Jessie said as she held out a pink strip of leather with a silver tag.

Before Lauren could even say anything, Jessie proceeded to wrap the leather around Lauren’s neck and buckle it into place. Jessie then turned Lauren towards the mirror above the side table. Lauren stared at it in confusion for a few seconds before it clicked with her what she was wearing: a dog collar.

“Jessie, what is – YEOUCH!” Lauren began before screaming in pain as Jessie spanked the little woman on her bare butt.

“Puppies don’t talk, Lauren.” Jessie scolded. “And for the next two weeks you are going to be my little puppy dog! That means no talking and no walking on two legs! And I expect you to act like a dog, or that little butt of yours is going to be redder than your face will ever turn, understand?”

Lauren whimpered as she got onto her hands and knees.

“I said, “do you understand’?” Jessie asked.

“Yes…” Lauren said in defeat.

“What was that?” Jessie asked ominously.

Lauren gulped, realizing her mistake. Whimpering, she hung her head and let out a small, “Woof.”

“Good dog.” Jessie said, condescendingly patting Lauren’s head.