Author: eren
Word count: 7609
John and Sara, like every couple in the world, had some hiccups in their marriage. But both of them tried their best to maintain each other.
One morning Sarah was using a cane to vent her anger and disappointment with John. Minutes earlier, John had irritated Sarah by accidentally spilling her most precious morning pee. She beat John severely with the cane, leaving red marks on his buttocks. With John’s suppressed sobs, she continued to vent her anger, showing no sign of forgiving John.
“You useless dog toilet.”
*whip
“Piss out my pee every morning.”
*whip
“You can’t do such a simple thing well.”
*whip
“Is it that hard to get on your knees, open your mouth, and swallow my piss?”
*whip
“Every morning, either you drank too slowly, or you coughed in the middle, or you missed my pee, and once you even dared to spit it out.”
Memories flooded back of the incident where he not only spat out her piss rudely, but also soiled her beloved bedsheets, directly driving Sarah into a rage. Three hard, quick whips ripped through his thighs, and Sarah paused, enjoying his screams.
Now she was standing here, idly tapping the marks she had just made with the heavy cane in her hand. She was thinking about a problem. It was obvious that John had not fulfilled his responsibility as her special toilet, so as his master, he needed to help him correct this problem. The usual training methods didn’t seem to be working on him, and every time he did well and didn’t pee out, Sarah would give him a small reward. It might be sleeping with her in bed instead of the floor; it might be getting a normal meal instead of morsels of dog food, and she even made a promise that if he didn’t make a mistake for two weeks, she would allow John to undo his chastity pants, for five minutes, of course. But despite such a reward, it didn’t make him any self-motivated.
John’s coughing in the middle of the day today caused her to splash a lot of urine on the floor in the morning. This is the third accident this week. She has used the whip twice so far, and now the cane. There were plenty of new red marks and old dark purple welts on his back and legs that kept attracting her both visually and erotically, but the whippings clearly hadn’t taught him his lesson. As she pondered this, she slid the tip of the pointer up and down his back, tapping some old welts, causing him to moan slightly. It was clear that Sarah needed to take even more extreme measures. He’d had a chance to straighten out his position as a toilet in an easy way, but now he was forcing her to lecture him hard.
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