Learning basic commands

If MuffinButt thought she would have a chance to catch her breath after that orgasm ****, she would quickly realize that she was wrong. She was already panting from exhaustion as she slowly crawled behind her trainer. She felt her tail plug digging in with every step, reminding her of her new role, while looking up at the trainer made her feel so small. She was still in a daze when they reached the training pens, almost running into the trainer as they stopped. Looking up, MuffinButt saw half a dozen other puppygirls, all of them looking as sad and miserable as she did. Each puppy had a trainer with her who was instructing them on various commands and orders; sit, up, beg, roll over, amongst others. It seemed like the other puppygirls were never quick enough for their trainers as they only seemed to demand more. She saw one girl get her ass smack hard with a training crop, and another yelp in pain when her trainer pushed a button. MuffinButt barely had time to take it all in before her trainer dragged her over to a corner of the pen. The former coach wearily looked up at the man, who was now holding a small remote in his hand.

"See this, MuffinButt? Take a long look at what is in my hand. This is what bad puppies get when they don't follow commands. Watch."

He pressed a button and suddenly MuffinButt yelled out in pain. An intense electrical shock ran through her, causing her world to get fuzzy. It took a few seconds to realize that her new collar doubled as a shock collar. The shock only lasted a few seconds but it left the puppy panting and sobbing. Her trainer looked angry, and he took his foot and pressed down on her upper back, forcing her face to the ground. "Did I just hear you yell? Like a person? Puppies don't yell in pain, do they? They howl, they whine. And that's what you will do...understand?"

Another intense shock ran through her, this one even more painful than the last, but MuffinButt tried to obey this time. A pathetic howl of pain, primal and animalistic, escaped her gagged mouth. It made her feel so small, so pathetic; even her yells of pain have been taken away from her. Another aspect of her humanity, stripped away.

"Good. You aren't the dumbest pet I've trained, I can see. Very well, lets get started."

The next few hours were hell for the new pet. First she learned "sit", where she sat back on her haunches with her hands on the ground in front of her. Then "beg", raising herself to kneeling, bringing her hands to her chin, and starting to pant. "Roll over" was obvious, while "speak" meant she needed to bark enthusiastically through her ring gag. The most humiliating command was "down," where she had to put her head all the way to the ground while raising her butt as high in the air as she could. She was never good enough for her trainer as he slapped her butt to get her to raise it higher or to curve her back more. In fact, no matter what she did. it was never good enough for her trainer. She was constantly told that she needed to be quicker, needed to be more enthusiastic, needed to stop crying. While the commands were basic and simple, all of the **** she suffered today made them surprisingly hard to do them. She was in tears when the trainer finally stopped the training and approached her.

She weakly looked up at the man, her eyes soaked. He towered over her, arms crossed, a scary and stern looking figure. Then he surprised her as a smile appeared on her face. He looked her in the eye as he leaned down and gave her a surprisingly tender pat on the head. "Good girl," he whispered as he pet her. There was something about that phrase that hit her, like it unlocked all the emotions she was fighting all day. She felt herself sobbing uncontrollably as she looked at him, so confused as to why those words were the nicest thing anyone ever said to her. She surprised herself as she let out a loud, happy bark as she wiggled her butt, causing her tail to flail from side to side. She had never felt happier than when she heard his praise...and never lower when she realized how much she craved his praise.