Rachel, the bitch, receives new rules

Lisa enjoyed every single mouthful her sister took from the bowl. Her heart jumped every time Rachel gulped down another piece of dog food. The stuck-up brat was really doing as she had commanded. And with this new, incriminating video clip, she definately held Rachel's fate in her hands. Eventually, Rachel came to the last morsels of food.

"Lick the bowl clean, bitch. Down to the last bit."

Rachel shuddered but did as she was told. What a sight she was: Naked and on her fours. Her 36C tits swaying as she moved and her cute lips smeared with dog food. Lisa was thrilled. This was so much fun! Time for the next steps.

"Okay, well done, bitch. I hope you enjoyed your doggy dinner?"

"Yes, Mistress Lisa" Rachel answered huskily, her eyes shimmering with shame.

SMACK!

Lisa landed another hit with the wooden spoon on her sister's bare behind. "Is that how a proper doggy bitch barks. From now on, when you are on your fours, you will only voice your consent by barking like a true bitch!" Lisa's eyes sparkled. "Let's give it another try: Did you enjoy your doggy food?"

"Arf, arf!" Rachel hesitated. "Mistress Lisa."

Lisa smiled. "Good bitch. You may lick my feet for being such a well-behaving bitch."

Rachel stifled another sob and bent her head to lick her sister's feet. Lisa used the opportunity to pat Rachel's head like she would have done with an obedient dog.

"Time to set up a few more rules, bitch" Lisa began. "First: Mom and dad must not know that you've turned into a real bitch. If they ever learn of it, you will find out I know more mail recepient than you could ever imagine. Understood?"

"Arf... Mistress Lisa."

"Good pet." Lisa patted Rachel again. "Second: Whenever you and me are alone, you will take up your proper position as my bitch. That means: No clothes, naked as a baby, on hands and knees and a smile on your face. Understood?"

"Arf, Mistress Lisa."

Lisa took breath for her next words, but stopped. Rachel's answers sounded somewhat wrong. "Okay, slight change of orders: When you bark, you won't adress me as Mistress. Only when we communicate normally. A real bitch can't speak as it is."

"Arf!"

Lisa patted Rachel once more. "Where was I? Ah, yeah. Uhm, third: A real bitch doesnt wear clothes when sleeping either. So, from now on you will sleep nakedly. That is also effective when (#a) mom and dad are at home, and (#b) you're away from home. Is that understood too?"

Rachel stopped to lick her younger sister's feet and looked up. Now pure horror was written in her eyes. She hesitated and Lisa lifted the spoon.

"Arf, arf!" Rachel barked hastily. Tears welled up in her eyes,

Lisa smiled broadly. "Don't look that sad, bitch. I'm pretty confident you'll get along with your new life quite well. You're born to be a bitch."

Rachel didn't object and continued licking Lisa's feet. But by now, Lisa had enough of it.

"Well, those are the rules I can think of just now. There will be more as we find out more about your new life. Most important: Always keep in mind that I'm the one holding your fate in my index finger."

"Arouff." Rachel barked quietly, her voice thick with resignation.

"Now, as you've finished eating, be a good bitch and bring your bowl back to the kitchen."

Rachel propped herself up and started to grab the bowl with her hands.

SMACK! The spoon connected with Rachel's extended hand.

"Does a proper bitch carry her dishes with her hands? From now on, you'll always carry things with your mouth, unless I tell you otherwise.

Rachel withdrew her stinging hand. "Arf!" she barked angrilly. Again she bent down and took the bowl between her teeth. As she tried to get up on her feet, Lisa struck again.

"Are you totally dumb? Since when does a bitch move other than crawling?" Lisa's voice was harsh with fury. "I really think you need another lesson!"

Rachel winced and got down on her knees.

"Drop the bowl!" With a metallic bang the bowl dropped to the floor. Lisa got up and went around Rachel's kneeling form. "You're such a stupid and disobidient bitch! I will now punish you for your insolence and stupidity. Ten strokes to your ass. You will bark thrice to announce your delight for the punishment you receive. Because you're a lucky bitch tonight: next time it'l be twenty strokes... and not with just a wooden cooking spoon!"

Rachel sobbed. "Please, Mistress Lisa. I will never..."

"Shut it, bitch!" Lisa shouted angrilly. "One more word and you'll have the twenty right now!"

Rachel remained silent.

"Okay, here we go!" Lisa announced.

SMACK!

Lisa hit Rachel's unprotected ass with full ****. Rachel cried out loud and almost jumped. Barely she managed to gather herself and bark her consent. "Arf, arf, arf!"

SMACK!

This time Lisa hit the other cheek. Rachel jumped this time, but managed to bark again. "Arf, arf, arf!"

Lisa gloated and landed eight more, hard strokes on Rachel's poor behind until her cheeks were gleaming in an angry red. Rachel barked bravely. But the sting in her ass was nearly unbearable. When Lisa was done and ordered her older sister to look up, Rachel's pretty face was plotted with tears.

"I take it you've learned your lesson now, bitch?" Lisa took hold of Rachel's hair and pulled her head up. Rachel didn't resist and gave a feebly bark. "Arf..." Lisa smiled and kicked the bowl. "Then you may take your dish down as commanded. And then wait for me in the kitchen."

"Arf. Arf!"

This time Rachel fulfilled her duty to her sister's satisfaction. On her fours she traversed the mansion with the metal bowl held tightly with her teeth. In the kitchen, she used her mouth and nose to put the bowl back to where it belonged, even though Lisa wasn't even present. Then she crawled back into the centre of the kitchen and waited for her mistress - naked and down on hands and knees and her ass stinging from her recent punishment.