Puppy time and more

Monica followed the pristine path to the puppy kennel where she and the other female puppies were trained. She walked slowly, not because she didn't want time as a puppy, but because she had given herself extra time, and it was a beautiful day. It was warm, with a gentle breeze that carried the mixed scent of earth from the nearby grape patches and wildflowers. She took a deep breath in through her nose and held it before slowly releasing it.

By the time she reached the kennel, a building that from the front looked more like a large cabin, she had about ten minutes before her training session was set to begin. She walked in, and like always, was greeted warmly by the receptionist on duty. Today, it was a tall, thin man with short blond hair named Thomas.

After returning his greeting, Monica made her way through the lobby. The dark hardwood floor, brick walls, and large, darkly colored antique wooden desk Thomas sat behind always reminded her of some historic library. She entered the changing area, a room with warmly colored walls, soft plush carpeting, three long benches, and a wall of lockers. Each of the lockers had one of the members’ puppy names on it. She opened hers and stripped naked. She then placed her clothes in the locker before taking out the spare puppy paw gloves and knee pads she kept there, and put them on. Next, she put on her spare puppy ear headband and pulled her dog collar and dog-tailed anal plug from her purse. She placed the collar around her neck.

Finally dressed, at least as far as she could without assistance, she left the changing room, walked down the short and rather mundane hallway, and exited the building through the back door into the training area. The training area was a large area fenced in by a tall privacy fence and was covered in astroturf. She went to all fours and only had to wait a few seconds before Mistress Kayla, her regular puppy trainer, came over.

"Good morning, Sparkle. Are you ready to have your tail put in?"

"Rrrufff! Rrrufff!" Sparkle barked as she wiggled her hips as if to wag her tail.

"Good girl," Mistress Kayla said as she pat Sparkle on the head. "Head down," she added as she took the anal plug from Sparkle and began to coat it in lube. "Here it comes," she said just before Sparkle felt the tip of the plug and the cold lube press gently against her asshole.

Sparkle let out a slow breath as she relaxed, making it easier for her to insert her tail. After she felt the thickest part of the plug glide in and the base of it pressed against her ass, she lifted her head and spun in place until she faced Mistress Kayla. "Rrruff! Rrruff!" she barked as she shook her hips, causing her tail to wag. She then began to nuzzle Mistress Kayla's leg while gently pawing at it as well.

Mistress Kayla laughed warmly as she bent down and scratched behind one of the dog's ears of Sparkle's headband. Sparkle tilted her head back and began to thump her right knee against the astroturf. "You're always such an eager puppy. Should we get started?"

"Rrrufff! Rrrufff! Rrrufff!" Sparkle barked as she spun in place as if chasing her tail. She stopped and sat up on her knees before falling back onto them, acting like an overexcited dog.

“Sit,” Mistress Kayla commanded in an affectionate tone. Sprkle instantly squat, placing her arms between her knees, paw print gloves flat on the turf, mimicking how a dog would sit. “Good girl,” she said prasingly as she stroked the top of Sparkle’s head. She then turned to another woman who was casually observing the puppies and their trainers. “Bekkah, bring me a leash for Sparkle, would you please?”

“Sure,” the woman said as she grabbed a dog leash from a table and then brought it over. Mistress Kayla smiled as she took the leash, then turned to Sparkle. Sparkle began to pant and wiggle her hips again, causing her tail to wag. “Looks like she’s one excited pup,” Bekkah said with an amused smile.

“Sparkle always is,” Mistress Kayla replied as she clipped the leash to Sparkle’s collar. “Come on, girl,” she said as she gave Sparkle’s leash a gentle tug. Sparkle went to all fours and waited for Mistress Kayla to move. As soon as her puppy trainer took a step, Sparkle began to crawl at her side. Each movement of her hips caused her tail to wag.

Sparkled stayed perfectly at Mistress Kayla’s side as she took her on a ten-lap walk around the fenced-in area. She would occasionally stop to test Sparkle’s leash training. Every time she stopped, Sparkle would stop within two steps, sit, and wait for Mistress Kayla to walk again. It didn’t matter if she stopped once a lap, after several laps, or several times on the same lap; Sparkle never broke form.

“Good girl,” Mistress Kayla said as she undid Sparkle’s leash, then gave her a small piece of beef jerky as a treat. “Ready to practice some commands?”

“Rruff! Rrruff!”

“Shake,” Mistress Kayla said as she held out her hand. Sparkle placed one of her paws in Mistress Kayla’s palm and let her shake it. “Speak.”

“Rrruff! Rrruff!”

“Beg.” Sparkle sat up on her knees with her arms out in front of her, elbows close to her body, and wrists limp. “Lie down.” Sparkle went down on her knees and forearms, keeping her elbows close to her knees. “Roll over.” Sparkle quickly rolled onto her back.

Meanwhile, Carson and Alex walked arm in arm along a paved path near the lake. He had worn a red T-shirt, black cargo shorts, and a pair of black and white sneakers. He looked at the lake through the lenses of his sunglasses, and the clear blue water rippled gently as the breeze moved across it.

Alex glanced at him as she brushed a stray strand of her long brown hair away from her face. She had worn a simple sundress wth a yellow and white floral pattern that hugged her body flatteringly. Her dark brown sandles slaped gently against her feet with every step. She smiled, seeing the peaceful look on his face. A look that had been on her face countless times, and seen on the faces of other members countless more times. The look of someone who let the beauty of the club and the freedom it offered its members wash away everyday life.

“Want to take out a paddle boat?” she asked, her voice low, but breaking through his wandering thoughts.

“Yeah,” he replied before turning toward the dock. Once there, they checked out a paddle boat. They chose one made of durable plastic, lighter blue on top, and white on the bottom. Carson stepped in first, then helped Alex into the boat before sitting in the seat behind the steering wheel. As he did, the dock attendant removed the rope from the cleat and gently tossed it into the back of the boat behind their seats.

"Ready?" Alex asked as she placed her feet against the set of pedals on her side.

"Whatever you are," Carson replied with a smile. The two began to work the pedals, causing the boat to slowly pull away from the dock. They headed out towards the middle of the lake, making sure to stay well clear of those who were using jet skis and motorboats.

"It is gorgeous today, don't you think?" Alex asked over the sound of the paddles under the boat splashing in the water.

"Yeah, it is," Carson said as he let his right hand drop from the steering wheel and rest on his lap. Before either said anything more, he shook his head and laughed.

"What?" she asked, smiling at him and nearly laughing herself.

"I just had a random thought. If we were in some God-awful, cheesy as hell romantic comedy, I'd have to say something like, 'Yeah, but so's the company.'"

Alex sank in her seat, pinched the bridge of her nose, and threw her head back in laughter. "Oh... oh my God, you are so right," she said through her laughter, her voice slightly higher-pitched than normal. “Let’s see…” she said when she finally stopped laughing. “At this point, we’d what? Make the highly questionable decision to have sex right here in this paddle boat, even though it would be really, really uncomfortable, and probably get busted by someone.”

“That, or there would be a close-up of us in profile, facing one another, likely silhouetted by the sun, we’d go in for the big romantic kiss, maybe get to start it, but then get swamped and or capsized by a passing boat or jetski.” Again, Alex began to laugh.

“Okay… now I have to ask, how do you know that, I mean, right down to the framing of the shot?”

“Well, I’ve started to dabble in screenwriting, which includes describing the camera movements and placements you have in mind, it would fit the story and create a comedic moment, and because of that last reason, it’s right out of the romantic comedy playbook.”

“Which now begs the further question: How do you know about ‘the romantic comedy playbook?’”

“I have an ex who was obsessed with romantic comedies. We just had to go see the newest one whenever it came out, sometimes multiple times. Things ended when I pointed out they were all the same. Either an hour and a half of small-town beachhouses in the rain, running into someone at least moderately famous as some summer or winter vacation resort, or the successful man or woman returns to his or her hometown after years away only to run into their best friend from back in the day they never made the move on, or their crush they though was way out of their leauge things happen and eventually,” he paused to gasp mockingly, “love was here all along.”

A thoughtful look came over Alex’s face for a few seconds before her eyes lit up with realization. “Again, you’re right.”

“To be fair, the same is true of all stories, if you look close enough.”

“So, what exactly happened when you pointed out that all of her treasured romantic comedies were the same?”

“She got angry, pretty much threw a fit, then stormed out of my apartment. An hour later, I got a text from her that just said ‘We’re done.’”

“That’s too bad.”

“I don’t know,” Carson said with a shrug. “If it hadn’t happened, I probably never would have been on a drive the next day to clear my head, which means I likely never would have met Alexander Tanahill, and I wouldn’t have this life.”

“I’m guessing she wouldn’t have enjoyed the life?”

“Oh fuck no. She was about as vanilla as you can get.”

“Her loss,” she said with a shrug. “So, feel like chancing that kiss?” she asked, turning to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” he said as he gently cupped her cheek with his right hand. They leaned in close to one another and shared a long, passionate kiss.

“Well, we’re still dry,” she said with a smile when they finally broke the kiss. “Is that a good sign or a bad one?”

“Don’t know, and I didn’t bring my magic 8 ball.”

“Too bad,” she said with a slight laugh. “Want to head back in and get some lunch?”

“Sure, I was just starting to get hungry,” he replied as he turned the paddle boat back toward the dock. “How about the restaurant by the pony track?”

“Not running today, no races. But we can eat in the ballroom, then do something after lunch.”

“Sounds good to me. Any suggestions?”

“We could go to the gallery, see if there’s any new work by our more artistic members, we could go see a live show, we could grab Penny and Kira, and have some fun. Or a couple of your girls, if they're available. There is one thing I want to do tonight that I know you’ll love.”

“And what is that?”

“Our club’s women’s wrestling team is hosting The Avalon Club’s women in a head-to-head meet tonight.”

“A woman’s wrestling meet? Sounds interesting, but why do I get the feeling it’s not quite a traditional match?”

“Because you know this place,” Alex answered as Carson took a wide turn near the dock so her side of the boat would be next to it. When the boat met the dock with a gentle thump, he tossed the rope to the attendant, who quickly tied the boat to the dock. “They wrestle in tiny string bikinis, points are scored traditionally, but bonus points are awarded for stripping your opponent of her clothing, getting into a sexually dominant position, stimulating your opponent’s pussy, and making her cum. The match ends at the end of ten minutes, or if one of the wrestlers concedes the match.”

“I see, what then?” he asked as he and the dock attendant helped Alex out of the boat.

“The winner is given an additional ten minutes to humiliate and fuck the loser for the crowd’s and her own enjoyment.”

“Sounds like fun. Let’s go.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Carson and Alex have fun with Penny and Kira

B) A visit to the club's art gallery

C) A live show

D) The wrestling meet

E) Something else. What?