*** 17 (part C) ***
Note: This is the third part of a chapter that’s already in progress. Go back and start from the beginning if you want to know what’s going on

Realizing she’d been beaten, Melody closed her lips around the spoon as best she could and waited for Fifi to yank it back out of her mouth. However, the domineering hound wasn’t in any hurry, keeping the payload of oatmeal in the poor filly’s mouth much longer than necessary, holding the disobedient girl’s tongue down with the smooth underside of the spoon while Melody squirmed in embarrassment. She hated being babied like this, especially while Marcus was there to watch the oily oatmeal run down her chin. She tried to maintain her dignity and not make a mess, but it was impossible with Miss Fifi’s thumb wedged in the corner of her mouth, preventing her from making a decent seal around the spoon as it slipped out from between her mush-covered lips
At best, only half the spoonload ended up in her mouth, with the rest of it stuck to her face and bib. She was only one bite into her dinner and already she was humiliated beyond belief with no way to clean the excess sludge from around her lips. Fifi didn’t do anything to help, preferring to add to the blushing mare’s shame by watching as the girl’s face twisted up into a grimace as the taste finally hit her. All at once, Melody forgot about the food stuck to her face, unable to focus on anything other than the eye-wateringly bad oatmeal as it spread throughout her mouth.
Melody quickly gulped down as much as she could, trying to rid herself of the awful flavor. She successfully swallowed most of the solid chunks, but a greasy coating was left behind, ensuring the sickening aftertaste stuck around no matter how many times she desperately tried to swallow. Fifi had truly outdone herself this time, driving the helpless baby slave to start bawling like an infant after only one bite.
“Oh, you’re so dramatic,” said Miss Fifi, returning the spoon back to the bowl. The coy dominatrix acted cool and calm, but she was obviously very pleased with herself. She treated the poor filly like an overreacting toddler while continuing to add insult to injury by dragging Marcus into the conversation. “Can you believe she’s blubbering already? Who would have thought a runty little pup like you would end up being more mature than Miss College girl over here.”
Marcus lowered his head, doing his best not to look while Melody sobbed uncontrollably. Sure, he’d been stealing glances every chance he could, but he didn’t want her to know that. She was already upset enough and the last thing he wanted was to add to her embarrassment. 
He’d secretly been wishing they’d be friends, even though they hadn’t really had a chance to talk much. After all, she was a big baby just like him now. On top of that, he thought she was really cute in her overly-thick diapers. Naturally, he couldn’t resist the urge to look now and then, but even a dateless virgin like him knew better than to get caught staring at her chest. Though, Fifi wasn’t happy that he’d snubbed her question, and she was about to take it out on the both of them simultaneously.
“Nothing to say, huh? I guess you’re not interested in pretty girls like Melody now that you’re a dedicated sissy slut,” said Fifi, clearly trying to get a rise out of him. “Well, don’t worry, it’ll be nothing but cocks for you from now on, and I’m not just talking about Mazipan’s strapon either.”
Marcus had no idea what she meant, but he figured it was more hot air from the big Basset hound. He did his best to put it out of his mind as he continued picking at his dinner, determined not to give her the satisfaction of seeing him get riled up. She was always trying to manipulate him with her scare tactics, and he wasn’t going to take the bait this time, hoping she’d get bored of tormenting him before long. However, his apparent disinterest didn’t dissuade her at all. In fact, it seemed to set her off even more as her taunting only grew more perverse and colorful as she continued, openly discussing the pup’s dismal future with Melody in what could best be described as a one-sided conversation.
 “Poor little Marcus is going to be in for one hell of a surprise when his mommy comes to pick him up next weekend,” said Fifi, smirking as she scooped up another bite of yucky oatmeal and forced it past Melody’s lips, quieting the girl’s mewling as she spoke over her. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he meets his new step-dad. Luckily, you’ll be there to watch him squirm when daddy checks his diaper for the first time, because it’s going to be priceless. I forgot to mention it before, but your Aunt agreed to let me drive you back to school, so you’ll get to stay with us for a whole extra day. That means you’ll get to see Marcus head home with his new daddy, then we get to spend the long car ride together. Just you, me, and a double-thick diaper. Doesn’t that sound like fun, sweetie?”
Melody’s crying had gone silent thanks to the spoonful of oatmeal stuffed in her mouth, but she still managed to get out a muffled whimper as she shook her head in response to the bad news. Obviously, it was beyond foolish to tell her mistress “No” at this point, but the exhausted filly wasn’t thinking clearly after all she’d been through today. It was all she could do to swallow down her disgusting dinner without retching, no less act like she was enjoying her treatment. She was beyond broken at this point, and her reaction was genuine. The thought of spending another day as Miss Fifi’s diapered filly made her want to beg for mercy, but she was fortunate enough that her mouthful of food prevented her from saying anything she’d come to regret. Regardless, her mistress didn’t stop, and just as soon as the spoon left her grumbling mouth, it returned, bringing with it another heaping helping of laxative-drenched oatmeal to ensure her maw remained too packed-full to get a word out.
“Come on now, we don’t like fussy eaters in my house,” said Fifi, grinning devilishly as she filled Melody’s mouth to the brim with oily, distasteful baby food. “Don’t bother trying to fight it. You’ll learn to love being my little baby soon enough.”
A bit of the oatmeal and castor oil concoction escaped the corners of Melody’s grimacing lips as she tried to hold back her bawling long enough to swallow, desperate to rid herself of the taste before it made her sick. Though, Fifi didn’t make it easy on her, placing her paws on Melody’s bare chest, squeezing and caressing the younger woman’s breasts in an effort to humiliate the poor girl further as she struggled to eat. It seemed the lecherous hound was just getting started, and tears were once again flowing freely from the poor filly’s eyes before Marcus unwittingly came to the rescue by offering a much needed distraction.
“Whatever, keep talking, you fat liar,” mumbled Marcus under his breath, probably louder than he should have.
“What was that, young man?” asked Fifi, releasing Melody’s tits from her grasp as she slowly turned to face the fresh-mouthed brat seated on the other side of the table.  
“You’re making that stuff up about my mom having a boyfriend,” said Marcus, scowling as he reverted back to his old bratty ways.
“You clearly have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Fifi, ignoring Melody completely as she stared down the impudent young wolf. “Now, I recommend you shut your ignorant little mouth before I shut it for you, runt.”
“Yeah right. As if you know anything about my mom. Why would she tell you anything?” snapped Marcus, balling his mitt-covered paws into padded little fists as he stewed in his anger.
“Ha!” laughed Fifi, getting up off her seat. “It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not. I know your bitch of a mother got fucked raw last night, and I have the text messages on my phone to prove it. Want to see?”
Marcus was even more steamed up when the hound called his bluff. He wanted to smack his oatmeal across the room and tell the fat bitch where to stick it, but he didn’t have the balls to go through with it. On one hand, he was sure this was just another one of her lies. On the other hand, he was secretly terrified that she really did have the proof to back it up. Afraid of having to face the truth, he bit his tongue and tried to stay quiet. There was no way he was going to be defending his mother’s honor with his paws locked away in soft, padded mitts, not with Fifi having a hundred or more pounds on him and Marzipan being just down the hall. All Marcus could do was sit there and brood like a pathetic little wimp as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
“That’s what I thought,” sneered Fifi, clearly amused by the brat’s petulant display as she rounded the table and approached the pouting pup.
Marcus did his best to stay defiant, but the intensity in his eyes was replaced with fear once the larger woman was looming over him. He looked down at the table in front of him and placed his mitted paws in his lap, hoping she’d accept his show of submissiveness and leave him be, but he wouldn’t be so lucky. Without warning, she grabbed him by the ear and gave it a good yank to “help” him out of his chair, forcing him up onto his feet. Instinctively, he tried to squirm away, but the pain in his ear instantly brought an end to his struggling.
“I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I swear!” moaned Marcus as he stood on his tiptoes, trying to relieve the pressure on his ear, but to no avail. 
He prayed that she’d let him go with a simple tongue lashing, but the only response he got was a shove from behind that sent him stumbling into the edge of the table, causing him to put his mitts down on either side of his plastic bowl to break his fall. His aching ear was free from Fifi’s grasp, but he didn’t get any chance to enjoy the reprieve before he felt his surprisingly strong matron’s paw clamp down on the back of his neck and push his face down into the partially-empty bowl of oatmeal below. He let out a shrill cry as she dug her claws in, but she was quick to take charge of the situation.
“Silence!” she commanded as she firmly pressed his muzzle down into the bottom of the bowl. “Another peep and I’ll chop your little balls off myself. Now, shut up and take your punishment like a good girl.”
Marcus went quiet and stopped fighting, terrified that she’d make good on her promise if he tried to resist. He didn’t even want to take a breath, worried that any sound might get him castrated as he waited, wondering what would come next now that he was bent over the side of the table with his nose buried in the remnants of his dinner. Though, his vow of silence was put to the test as he felt a gentle tug on his buttplug, making it obvious that he was about to get another pump to put him in his place.
Sure enough, Fifi reached between the boy’s legs and grabbed the rubber bulb. Keeping one paw on his neck, she mercilessly pumped the bulb three times in quick succession, waiting to see how he would react. Naturally, she could feel him squirming in agony under her mighty paw, but not a sound could be heard. She waited for a full ten seconds to see if he’d crack. However, the silence remained unbroken and she finally released him, satisfied that he was too scared to try anything. Regardless, she still barked her orders at him like a drill sergeant.
“Good bitch. Now stand up straight so we can all see how pathetic you look,” said Fifi, crossing her arms over her bountiful chest as she waited for the doughy wolf boy to obey.
Marcus stood up without hesitation, embarrassed that he’d been dominated so easily in front of Melody. He wasn’t sure whether the tears rolling down his cheeks were due to the painfully over-inflated plug in his tailhole or the fear of losing his testicles, but either way he didn’t want her to see him crying like a sissy. Fortunately, Melody was doing her best to look anywhere else but him, equally ashamed of her childish sobbing a moment ago at the hands of their cruel caretaker. However, the cold look on Miss Fifi’s face made it clear that she wasn’t finished with Marcus yet.
“Just look at you, standing there with food stuck to your face like a big baby,” said the hound, clearly unamused as she grabbed Marcus by his bib. Though, rather than use it to wipe his face, she aggressively led him to the center of the kitchen and made him stand there while she continued to humiliate him. “You should see your face right now. It’s obvious you want to bawl like a helpless infant. Well, go ahead and do it.”
Marcus remained frozen. He really did want to break down and cry, but was too afraid to make a sound after she’d threatened to chop off his boyhood a moment ago. To make matters worse, Melody had given into her curiosity and was now watching the proceedings. Sure, she tried not to be too obvious, but she was terrible at hiding it, making Marcus all the more self-conscious about his situation. He stood there trembling in his sissy pink diaper, unsure of what to do, but Fifi was quick to offer the necessary encouragement to get him to perform like a trained pet.
“C’mon, don’t keep us waiting,” barked Fifi, striking the front of the boy’s diaper with the back of her paw hard enough that Marcus lurched forward and covered his crotch with his dainty leather mitts. However, it still wasn’t enough to get him crying, so Fifi was happy to continue. “Get those paws out of the way, you naughty little bitch. I’m not finished with your worthless clit yet.”
Finally, Marcus felt his lower lip quiver for a moment before he erupted into full-blown, infantile sobbing that shook his entire body. He regretted talking back earlier, and just wanted her to leave him alone. She’d won, and he’d do anything to make the abuse stop, even if it meant willingly degrading himself in front of everyone in the room. However, it was too little, too late, and Fifi was nowhere near satisfied yet.
“I gave you an order,” she said, scolding the pup. “Now, get those naughty paws behind your back and keep them there. Then I want you to squat down, spread your thighs, and keep them spread until I tell you otherwise.”
Marcus wanted to prove his obedience, but couldn’t bring himself to move his paws away from his crotch. He knew he’d get another swat to the groin the moment he assumed the proper position, and he couldn’t bare the thought of leaving his tender balls vulnerable. Of course, he was worried that his buttplug would get pumped up even more if he didn’t do as he was told, but he still couldn’t control his involuntary reflex to defend his poor nutsack. Desperate and afraid, all he could do was look up at the big, mean Basset hound and mutter, “I can’t…”
“Why not? You seemed so brave a minute ago,” said Fifi, cracking a victorious grin as she taunted her whimpering prey. “Well, after your little outburst a moment ago, I’m done being nice. So shut up and do what you’re told, or we can do things the hard way. I can easily call Marzipan in here and have her hold you down while I teach you some respect if that’s what you want.”
“No, don’t,” moaned Marcus, shaking his head.
The last thing he wanted was for Fifi to tell Marzipan that he’d been a naughty sissy. The massive Clydesdale would certainly take that as an insult to her abilities as a slave trainer and discipline him accordingly to make up for it. Realizing the only way out of his situation was to follow Miss Fifi’s degrading orders, he closed his eyes and hid his paws behind his back, holding his wrists together as though he was wearing handcuffs. He expected another blow to the testicles, but it was his bare thigh that got the first smack.
“Spread ‘em!” snapped Fifi impatiently, not wanting to start the fun until she had a clear shot at the boy’s tender little diapered bits.
Marcus let out a surprised yelp and quickly parted his thighs, squatting down slightly as he’d been instructed. He just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, knowing it would be hard to keep this pose the longer she kept him waiting. Unfortunately, he wasn’t nearly as eager to take his punishment after Miss Fifi smacked the lump in the front of his diaper for a second time.
“So sensitive,” said Fifi, looking rather pleased with herself as she teased the wimpy wolf boy. “Just a little tap to the clit and you practically jump out of your fur, and to think you’ve only been in chastity for a few days. Imagine how tender your little pebbles will be after a full month, or even longer. I guess it all depends on whether your new step-dad ever decides to unlock you. If you’re good, he may even milk you regularly, but he’s going to make you work for it.”
Marcus groaned as the pain from within his diaper spread through his body. He tried to focus on that rather than whatever the lying hound was saying. She was still trying to get a reaction out of him with this story about a new step-father, but he wasn’t going to let her get to him again. She obviously didn’t have any way of knowing what was going on at his house, so why even listen. It was hard enough trying to keep his degrading pose without having to process the bullshit coming out of Fifi’s mouth.
He really had to struggle to keep his legs apart and his paws out of the way. The second smack hurt way more than the first, and he couldn’t help but think the third would be even worse. He knew it was only a matter of time before he found out, and his anticipation grew with each second that she kept him waiting. Marzipan would have at least bound his arms behind his back to keep him from protecting himself, but Fifi made it worse by forcing him to willingly submit to the abuse. Unfortunately, his good behavior was only rewarded with a couple quick whacks to the testicles.
The first was a surprise, but it hardly hurt at all, more of a pat to the nuts than anything. Though, she may have just been feeling the front of his diaper to figure out where his balls were positioned because the next two hits were ruthless, causing him to double over slightly and cover himself with his mitts as he tried to recover. While he was wondering if he was going to get in even more trouble for getting out of position, Fifi was too busy chuckling to scold him.
“Ha! I could watch you make a fool of yourself all day, but I have a baby who needs feeding over here,” said Fifi, nodding her head in Melody’s direction with a smirk before continuing. “I was thinking about increasing some of your freedoms around here, but that’s out the window now. I can’t trust you after that little tantrum a moment ago, so you better get your paws behind your back like I told you in the next two seconds or I’ll pump this buttplug up to the size of a basketball.”
Marcus felt Fifi tugging on the bulb of his plug before she’d even finished speaking. Terrified he’d end up permanently incontinent if the plug got any bigger, he immediately did as he was told and didn’t struggle in the slightest as his wrists were clipped together behind his back. He was utterly disappointed in himself, but it was all worth it when he felt the bulb between his legs swinging freely once again. He mentally breathed a sigh of relief, hoping Miss Fifi would go back to feeding Melody like she said she would. Though, she wasn’t quite done with him yet.
“One more thing,” said Fifi, fetching his partially-empty food bowl from the table and bringing it over. “You’re going to show me what a good little bitch you are by keeping this bowl balanced on your head like a well-trained pet. Keep it off the floor until I’m done with Melody and you’ll get a treat, drop it and I’ll let Marzipan decide what to do with you. Now, I want you to stay just like this: legs bowed out like a toddler who just shit their pants, paws locked safely behind your back, and your shoulders slumped in shame because you know you’re too much of a bitch to disobey me. It’s almost cute in a pathetic sort of way.”
Marcus got perfectly still as he felt the bowl come to a rest between his ears, terrified of dropping it. He felt self-conscious holding this pose after being mocked by Miss Fifi, but he didn’t have much choice in the matter. It felt like the bowl was ready to slide off his head with the slightest movement, leaving him totally frozen as he stood there like a statue with a nervous look stuck on his face. At least Fifi was done torturing him for the time being, and he felt a weight lift off his shoulders as the big hound turned to face Melody once again.
“Did my kinky little filly enjoy watching the sissy get punished?” she asked as she took her seat next to Melody and pinched the girl’s cheek.
Melody squirmed, but didn’t dare put up a fight, knowing her mistress was looking for any excuse to embarrass her further. Just one mistake and she could end up next to Marcus with a bowl of oatmeal balanced on her head, or something much worse. Looking to avoid anymore public humiliation, she waited for the pain to subside in her cheek and then nodded obediently.
“That’s my kinky girl,” said Fifi proudly as she picked up the large, plastic safety spoon and scooped up a heaping mouthful of castor oil-infused oatmeal. “And of course, my kinky little filly wants to gobble down all her special baby food, right? She wants to keep messing her diapers like a big, oversized baby, doesn’t she?”
Melody grimaced as the spoonload of oily slop was hoisted up in front of her nose. The thought of another bite made her want to be sick, but she didn’t know if she could resist after seeing what happened to Marcus. Nervously, Melody shifted her focus from the spoon back to Miss Fifi. The older woman had a cheerful-enough expression, still in a good mood after humiliating the poor wolf brat a moment ago, but her posture made it obvious she was ready to deal with a fussy eater. Too broken down to fight anymore, and hoping to avoid a public shaming like the one she’d just witnessed, Melody opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and scrunched up her face in anticipation for what her tastebuds were about to receive.
Miss Fifi didn’t make her wait for it, mercilessly shoveling multiple spoonfuls of laxative-laced oatmeal into Melody’s mouth before she’d even swallowed down the first. Before the poor girl knew what was happening, she had food running down her chin and dripping onto her bib as she struggled to gulp down enough of the offensive concoction to get a breath of air. Finally, after having her mouth re-filled for a third time, Melody began to whine and shake her head, desperate to keep the spoon away from her lips long enough to finish what was in her mouth and catch her breath. Of course, Fifi wasn’t going to stay quiet.
“C’mon, you were doing so good. Don’t start being a brat again now,” said Fifi, sitting back and waiting for her uncooperative plaything to calm down. “You need to learn to eat without all the mess. Be more like Marcus's mom. I heard she swallows on the first date and doesn’t spill a drop.”
	Melody had no idea how to respond to a comment like that, but it hardly mattered. Fifi may have been busy force-feeding her, but all the chit-chat about Marcus's mother was meant for the wolf boy’s ears alone. While Melody sat and waited for the next spoonful to come, the plump basset hound was preoccupied with watching the sissy pup out of the corner of her eye.
This time, Marcus didn’t make a peep. He just stood there like a statue, balancing that bowl of oatmeal on his head like an obedient pet, showing no sign that he’d even heard Fifi’s derogatory comments about his mom. Unfortunately, if his plan was to ignore the big hound until she left him alone, it didn’t work. Unsatisfied with the lack of reaction to her previous provocation, Fifi got right back to it, doing her best to rile up the emasculated pup as she spooned another glob of sickening mush into Melody’s mouth.
“At least you’re not as much of a brat as Marcus,” said Fifi, carrying on with her diatribe as the feeding continued. “The big diaper-baby was such a handful that his poor mother hadn’t so much as had a date for over ten years. I guess it’s hard to meet a decent guy when you’re rushing home from work everyday to make dinner and change diapers, especially if your son happens to be a grown boy with an attitude problem. Well, that won’t be a problem when I’m done with my training. I’m going to make sure Marcus goes home a nice, quiet, obedient pup, who doesn’t whine for everything like a spoiled little shit. I even took care of his mommy’s decade-long dry spell by hooking her up with a guy I know from the local dom community. His name is Butch and he’s got a big knot on his cock as well as a nasty mean streak. So, not only is mom finally getting some much-needed action, but she’ll also have someone around the house to help keep Marcus's bitch-ass in line from now on. Though, to be honest, I think a strong male presence around the house will be good for the whimpering runt, don’t you agree?”
Melody was caught off guard when the previously one-sided conversation shifted back to her without any warning. Luckily, she still had a mouthful of gooey oatmeal as an excuse to stay silent, allowing her to get away with a quick nod of her head as she “savored” the taste of her mush a bit longer than she would have liked. She still hadn’t gotten used to the taste, but she’d finally accepted that babies don’t choose their food and there was no point in fighting it. Thankfully, her mistress went right back to taunting Marcus, leaving Melody to struggle through her dinner in relative peace as another spoon load of oatmeal was added to her already packed mouth.
“Of course you agree,” snapped Miss Fifi, pulling the empty spoon back out of Melody’s tightly-sealed lips. “A sissy like Marcus needs a fresh dose of cummies each and everyday to keep him docile, and I’m sure his new stepdaddy will be happy to provide. Now, whether Butch will be making his deposit in Marcus's mouth or tailhole, I can’t say, but I know where his mother took hers.”
Melody kept quiet, her mouth filled to capacity. She didn’t really know Marcus all that well, but was still empathetic enough that she didn’t want to participate in Miss Fifi’s sick mind games. This had to be the most unbearable meal of her life, and she just wanted it to be over, but the brazen hound was far from finished with the two of them.
“Hurry and swallow down all your num-nums, sweety. You still have a long way to go before I can excuse you from the table,” said Fifi, hiding her cruelty behind a facade of motherly love as she got ready to shove another spoonful of slop into Melody’s mouth.
The poor girl felt sick to her stomach when she saw how much oatmeal was left in her bowl. Her eyes were already watering from the taste, but she was in no position to argue, lest she end up like Marcus. Remarkably, she managed to down everything in her mouth with a single, audible gulp, hoping to keep her mistress’s attention focused on the unfortunate wolf boy instead of herself for as long as possible. Melody felt a bit selfish, but it worked. She got another mouthful of yucky baby food while Marcus got the brunt of Fifi’s verbal abuse.
“That’s a good girl, eat it all up so I don’t have to spank you again,” said Fifi with a wicked grin. “That is, unless you want another spanking. I hear Marcus’s mom likes a good slap on the ass when she’s getting it from behind. Marcus may not believe me, but his mommy and his new daddy had their first date just last night. Butch even sent me a text this morning to let me know the good news, and from what he tells me, mama is a real slut. Apparently, she went all the way with him, raw, no condom, like a true fuck pig. Said he knotted her for twenty minutes and pumped her so full of cum that it was still running down her leg while she made him breakfast the next morning. Sounds to me like Marcus is going to have some little brothers and sisters running around soon. I just hope Butch doesn’t make him...”
Finally, Fifi got what she wanted as she was interrupted by the sound plastic bouncing off the tile floor. She instantly stopped and looked over at Marcus to find that the sissy pink bowl was missing from between his ears, and there was a trail of splattered oatmeal leading to the bowl’s final resting place on the other side of the kitchen. No one actually witnessed Marcus make a move, but he obviously did something to make the bowl tumble off his head, and that would surely be enough for Fifi to make his life hell.
Marcus honestly considered making a run for it as the large woman got up from her seat. He even glanced toward the door, trying to gauge the distance, but it didn’t go any further than that. Even if he could muster the courage to flee his sadistic nanny, there was no way he’d get out of the house. He’d never be able to open the locks on the doors with his arms tied behind his back and his paws sealed in mitts. Knowing he was as good as stuck, he stayed frozen and hoped it would be over quickly, but the big hound didn’t come stomping over to punish him like he’d expected. Instead, choosing to lecture him from a distance.
“Look at this mess!” snapped Miss Fifi. “I asked you to do one simple thing, and you couldn’t even do that for me. It’s almost like you’re trying to get on my bad side. Well, you must be a masochist, because Marzipan is a really rough teacher when it comes to etiquette. Speaking of, why don’t we get her in here? I’m sure she’ll want to know all about your table manners.”
Marcus shook his head, hoping to plead for mercy, but he barely had a chance to open his mouth before Fifi’s voice rang out.
“Oh, Marzipan! Could you come in here real quick?!” hollered Fifi, looking rather satisfied with herself as she waited for a response.
Sure enough, before the smug hound had even finished speaking, the sound of Marzipan’s heavy hooves could be heard coming down the hallway. A moment later, she was in the kitchen and heading straight for the trembling wolf in the center of the room.
“What did he do this time?” asked Marzipan, looming angrily over Marcus with her arms crossed over her large chest.
“He started getting an attitude with me when I explained what his mom has been getting up to while he’s out of the house,” said Fifi, lying through her teeth as she continued. “He’s apparently not too happy that he’s stuck here with us while his mommy is getting knocked up, so he threw a tantrum. I gave his buttplug a few more pumps and told him to stand in timeout. That’s when he knocked his bowl on the floor and said some rather naughty words. I gave him one last warning to behave, and he threatened to kill either of us if we ever touched him again. I thought you’d want to deal with him personally since he’s yours for the week.”
“I can’t believe you’d be stupid enough to pull a stunt like this,” said Marz, grabbing Marcus by the arm and pointing at the flecks of oatmeal scattered across the floor. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”
“N-No! I mean, it wasn’t like…” replied Marcus, desperate to defend himself until Marzipan silenced him with the familiar cock-shaped pacifier.
“Suck on that and shut up. You’re in enough trouble already, so c’mon before you make it any worse for yourself,” said Marzipan, sounding more disgruntled than usual as she tightened her grip on Marcus’s arm and began dragging him toward the door.
Melody watched silently as her Aunt took Marcus away to discipline him under false pretenses. A flood of guilt washed over her as she allowed Miss Fifi’s utter exaggerations to go unchallenged. She knew it was wrong to let Marcus get punished for something he didn’t do, but she was far too worried about her own hide to say anything. Selfishly, she stayed quiet and tried to avoid eye contact with Marcus as he was taken away. However, Melody quickly remembered her own problems as she was left alone with her increasingly-unpredictable mistress once more.
“That should keep your aunty occupied for a while,” said Fifi, smirking as she pulled a small egg-shaped vibrator from her apron pocket and set it on the table next to Melody’s bowl of leftover oatmeal. “I have some ideas for how we might pass the time, but we have some unfinished business now, don’t we?”
Melody could do little more than sigh as she watched the amorous hound scoop up another spoonful of baby food. Sure enough, the quivering blob of palid, greasy slop was pushed into her face a moment later, but her lips stays tightly sealed.
“Come on now, you were doing so good,” said Miss Fifi, tapping the young mare on the lips with the end of the spoon as she tried to convince the girl to cooperate.
“I feel full, I promise,” said Melody, barely parting her lips to speak, knowing that Fifi would happily stuff her mouth with food the moment she saw an opportunity.
“No more fibs, sweetie. You’ve hardly had anything to eat all day,” said Fifi, continuing with the motherly act. “Stop being stubborn and finish up your num-nums or you won’t get any dessert.”
The word “dessert” definitely got Melody’s attention. She wondered if dessert had anything to do with the sleek little vibrator that had been left conspicuously on the table, but didn’t have the courage to ask. Regardless, the observant hound knew exactly what she was thinking, seeming to answer back without saying anything. Just a subtle shifting of her eyes toward the little toy on the table was enough to hint at a post-dinner release for good little girls who ate all their food. Suddenly, Melody was feeling a bit more submissive again as she gently tugged at her restraints.
“There’s my hungry little filly,” said Miss Fifi, grinning as Melody opened up and accepted the airplane into the hangar willingly this time.
The embarrassed college girl still felt the need to show her dissatisfaction with the taste, scrunching up her face as she mulled the goop around in her mouth. She eventually got it down and even opened up her mouth for more, despite the fact that she was still grimacing from the previous bite. Still, the thought of having a little playtime with the toy after dinner was enough to keep Melody docile and obedient.
“That’s right, eat it all up,” said Fifi, shoveling in another heaping spoon load. “I want to see my big baby drop an extra large load in her diaper, so let’s fill that hungry tummy.”
Melody blushed, forced to listen to such degrading nonsense as she sat with her wrists tied to her chest harness, being spoon fed like an infant. It was so humiliating, but even more embarrassing was the fact that she was starting to get a nice, tingly feeling between her legs again. It was much easier to slip into her submissive headspace now that Marcus was out of the room, bringing back fantasies of being a helpless diaper slave each time she had to suck down another mouthful of icky oatmeal.
She thought about how she had to eat yucky mushed up food like a real baby. She thought about the huge dose of laxatives that would force her to use her diapers for their intended purpose whether she wanted to or not. She even thought about the shame she’d feel as the soft, sticky mess spread across the inside of her nice, snug diaper. Most importantly, there wasn’t anything she could do about it thanks to her tight restraints.
Any attempt to resist would earn her a ballgag shoved deep into her screaming mouth and a trip over the edge of the table for another harsh spanking on her already tender backside. Maybe she’d get another soapy enema too, or maybe the big hollow buttplug instead. It all depended on how her ruthless mistress decided to punish her, and she’d have absolutely no say in the matter whatsoever. Melody had no idea why, but she was dripping wet inside her diaper just thinking about it.
Suddenly, she couldn’t wait for dessert, desperate to feel that cute little vibrator against the front of her diaper. Though, that was only a reward for well-mannered fillies who finished their dinner, and so she resolved to finish all her food, no matter how nasty it was. Besides, she was going to be forced to eat it all one way or another, so she may as well be good and get a treat at the end. At least, that’s how the clever young mare fooled herself into gobbling down the rest of her laxative-packed baby food.
Miss Fifi was quite pleased to see how cooperative her new plaything had become, but that didn’t mean she did the girl any favors. She knew damn well why Melody was acting so well-behaved all of the sudden, and it had everything to do with the cheap egg-shaped sex toy on the table. Fifi had seen it all before. The spoiled young mare would play along until she got what she wanted, then the brat would be back to her usual mischief the moment she was alone again. The older, more experience hound had dealt with dozens of girls like Melody in the past, and she wasn’t going to be manipulated that easily.
As such, Fifi continued to dictate a slow, meticulous pace for the rest of the meal. She wasn’t going to allow Melody to speed through her dinner just to get the treat at the end. The impatient filly was obviously trying to get it over with as quickly as possible, but her twisted nanny was going to make her work through it one sickening spoonful at a time just to watch her squirm.
Melody hated having the whole experience dragged out even further, but she was at least smart enough to keep any complaints to herself, despite the constant interruptions. Everytime a drop of oatmeal ended up on her face, there was a pause so Fifi could wipe the baby's face clean. This always came with the most degrading baby talk imaginable, but Melody managed to bite her tongue, no matter how embarrassing. She even managed to conceal her frustration when she noticed Fifi was giving her smaller and smaller morsels of food to keep the fun going longer than necessary.
However, even with all the hound’s tricks, the bowl eventually ran dry. Melody felt like she’d won as she downed the final spoonful. From the horrid taste of castor oil, to the whole fiasco with Marcus earlier, this may have been the most unpleasant meal of her life. Even still, she made it all the way through without earning anymore punishments, and actually earned herself dessert for all her hard work. Now she just had to hope that her mistress would make good on their deal. The meal ended with little fanfare, and Melody was getting nervous that her caretaker may have forgotten. Thankfully, Fifi soon made it clear that she remembered the girl had a treat coming.
Melody chewed her lip, moaning softly as the kinky hound began caressing her naked breasts. It didn’t take much to get the exhausted filly squirming. The ruthless disciplinarian seemed to have the softest touch as she played with the girl’s increasingly-sensitive nipples until they were puffy and swollen, sending ripples of pleasure through Melody’s body with each gentle touch. Before long, the horny young mare was trembling with sexual desire, sneaking glances at the vibrator on the table as she grew more and more desperate for release. Finally, the naive girl’s eyes lit up as her caretaker reached for the toy.
Unfortunately, Melody soon found herself sulking in disappointment as Fifi’s paw sailed right past the vibrator on the table and picked up the empty oatmeal bowl instead. Without another word, the hound got up from the table and carried the dirty dishes over to the sink, clearing the table as Melody sat wondering if she’d ever get the rest of her after dinner treat.
The poor filly was on the verge of tears, unbearably aroused as she wriggled in her seat, quietly cursing her cruel nanny under her breath. She knew Miss Fifi would wash her bad little mouth out with soap again if she heard, but the water splashing down into the sink basin was more than enough to drown out the girl’s grumbling. Fortunately, Melody was smart enough to bite her lip and quash the big girl talk before Fifi finished with the dishes, but it soon became apparent that the hound was taking her sweet time in a deliberate attempt to drive her crazy.
Several excruciatingly long minutes passed, and Miss Fifi was still parked in front of the sink with her back to the table. She hummed to herself as she worked, making it clear that she was in no hurry to satisfy the needs of the perverted college girl seated behind her. Fifi was boss in this house, and she was going to teach her new filly that the world didn’t revolve around her slutty little urges. It was time for the big cry baby to learn that she wasn’t going to be allowed to cum unless Fifi allowed it.
However, Melody wasn’t quite ready to face the facts. Once she realized that Fifi was purposefully ignoring her, she tried to take advantage of the situation. She pulled against her restraints, doing her best to reach the front of her diaper with her mitt-covered hands, but didn’t even get close. Her chest harness was plenty snug, and the thick leather straps didn’t give an inch, nor did the shiny metal hardware that kept her wrist cuffs secured at her sides.
Try as she might, she’d never be able to touch the sensitive spot between her thighs no matter how hard she struggled, and that only made her more desperate to play with herself. Unfortunately, her hands were totally useless, hidden away in thickly-padded mitts and locked to her harness where she’d never be able to reach any of her erogenous zones. It was utterly defeating to know that she couldn’t touch her own body without the help of her twisted caretaker, but she knew better than to put up too much of a fuss with Miss Fifi standing only a few feet away. She wasn’t sure what would happen if her futile struggles caught the sadistic hound’s attention, and she certainly didn’t want to find out. Wisely, she stopped testing her restraints and put on a pouty face in the hope of gaining sympathy once Fifi was finished with the cleanup.
	However, the hound stayed busy on the other side of the kitchen, even after the dishes were done. Time dragged on as Melody watched Miss Fifi wipe down the sink, and then the counter, forced to endure the older woman’s cheery humming throughout the whole ordeal. It was aggravating to know that she was being purposefully ignored, but Melody stuck to the plan and remained patient. She convinced herself it would be over soon, only to be proven wrong again as Fifi walked right past her without so much as a glance.
	Melody could only sit there and scream internally as Miss Fifi meticulously cleaned Marcus’s leftover oatmeal off the floor. It had barely been ten minutes since the hound had abandoned the poor horny filly, but it felt like forever to Melody who only seemed to get more aroused by her own helplessness as the seconds dragged on. Still, she didn’t dare cry out for attention, even after Fifi strolled out of the kitchen without saying a word.
	Somewhat confused, Melody sat wondering what she should do. Would Miss Fifi be coming back anytime soon? Was this a test? What if the sadistic hound never returned? The filly’s head was quickly filling up with all sorts of frightening thoughts of being abandoned for the rest of the night, left alone for hours on her hard wooden chair until she was inevitably forced to soil her diaper and then sit in it like the baby she was. Simply not knowing what Fifi had in store for her next made the wait ten times more agonizing, and Melody thought about getting up and looking for her Aunt. 
Fortunately, the mare’s patience paid off when Miss Fifi returned to the kitchen a few minutes later to find the girl sitting quietly like a little angel. Melody was relieved to avoid the punishment she would have certainly received had she gone wandering around the house without permission, but it soon became obvious that her caretaker had a surprise for her nonetheless. It wasn’t clear at first what the hound was carrying in her paw, but Miss Fifi didn’t keep it a mystery for long.
“Look up at me and hold still,” was all the imposing hound had to say as she held up a tangled mass of leather straps which turned out to be a rather authentic-looking bridle fit for an unruly mare.
Melody stared nervously at the intimidating piece of bondage gear, trying to summon the courage to say something, anything, that might make the hound reconsider. Though, not surprisingly, she couldn’t find the words, leaving her tongue-tied as Miss Fifi descended upon her and began wrestling the chaotic ball of straps over her face.
Melody was partially relieved at first, believing the bridle to be too large to fit her properly, but she wouldn’t be so lucky. After a quick adjustment, the straps began to tighten around her skull, resulting in a snug fit that was only a hair shy of uncomfortable. The soft pliable leather hugged her face, ensuring the harness wouldn’t slip no matter how hard she tried to buck her restraints. She’d be stuck wearing this infernal thing for however long her evil nanny willed it, and the permanence of her predicament only became more clear as Fifi pulled a set of tiny padlocks from her apron pocket.
The hound was ominously quiet as she secured each of the buckles on Melody’s bridle with one of the shiny metal locks, grinning wickedly as she took a step back to admire her plaything’s new accessory. The young mare looked scrumptious in all her leather restraints, and Fifi could hardly contain her excitement for what was to come. However, the methodical dominatrix wasn’t quite finished yet, producing a shiny metal bit from one of her seemingly bottomless pockets and brandishing it about to ensure Melody got a good, long look.
“Don’t just sit there staring like an idiot,” snapped Miss Fifi, coldly. “Open up that sassy little mouth of yours, and don’t keep me waiting or I’ll find something a whole lot bigger to stuff in there instead.”
Melody hated the idea of cold steel wedged between her teeth for the rest of the night, but found herself unable to resist as the hound aggressively shoved the bit past her lips and into her mouth with zero consideration for her comfort. The poor filly let out a whimper as she inadvertently bit down on the hard metal, sending a sharp pain through her jaw. Of course, Miss Fifi showed zero compassion, barking at her to hold still and letting her know that it was her own fault for struggling.
A moment later, the bit was buckled securely to the bridle, keeping it firmly in the mare’s mouth. It was terribly uncomfortable at first, and Melody was nearly in tears as she imagined spending the rest of the night biting down on the unforgiving steel rod. Her anxiety only grew as Fifi continued tightening the straps, driving the bit back further into the filly’s mouth until it was resting behind the girl’s teeth. Though, despite Melody’s concerns, the bit gag was actually much more comfortable once it was seated properly in her mouth.
“There, now you look like a proper filly,” said Miss Fifi, smiling arrogantly as she grabbed the younger woman under the chin and lifted her head up to get a better look. “Are you going to be a good little pony for me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Melody sheepishly, embarrassed by the sound of her own slurred speech as she tried to talk around her new gag. Even worse, the bit dug into the corners of her mouth, pulling her lips back just enough to allow a steady stream of drool to trickle out as she spoke for the first time, adding to her shame as she couldn’t wipe the spit off her chin before it dripped down onto her already stained bib.
“Aw, what a poor, helpless little thing you are,” cooed Fifi, sounding as condescending as possible as she wiped the saliva off the girl’s face with the bottom of her apron. “Your bib is coated in oatmeal, absolutely filthy. We better get you into something nice and clean, not to mention absorbent, so you can slobber all over yourself like the big baby you are.”
Melody didn’t respond this time, too humiliated to speak as she imagined how foolish she looked in her fancy new bridle as drool poured from the corners of her mouth. All she could do was sit there and tongue the smooth steel bit in her mouth as she waited for her wicked nanny to pick out a new and utterly degrading bib for her to wear. Of course, Miss Fifi didn’t disappoint, producing a lacy oversized bib with the words “Mama’s Little Mush Butt” embroidered across the front in pink cursive letters.
“There we go. All better now,” said Fifi, still smiling as she replaced the bib around her helpless plaything’s neck. “I think it suits you rather well. After all, you are going to have a very mushy bottom by the time all that castor oil makes it through your system. I just hope that extra-thick diaper around your waist can hold it all. You don’t want to know what happens to little girl’s who mess their beds during the night, because it isn’t pretty. Now be a dear and stand up for me.”
Melody tried not to imagine the kind of punishment a leaky, poop-filled diaper might earn her as she obediently stood up from her seat for the first time in what felt like forever. Her ass had gone numb sitting in the hard, wooden chair, despite the thick padding of her diaper, and she was relieved to finally be done with dinner once and for all. Though, she was still hoping that she might get the “dessert” she’d been promised earlier. Unfortunately, Miss Fifi still had another surprise for her first.
“There’s just one more thing you need to really complete your new look,” said the hound. “Do you know what it is?”
Melody shook her head, tired of playing guessing games with her psychotic caretaker.
“You really can’t think of anything that’s missing from your pretty new bridle?” asked Fifi.
Melody still had no idea what the hound was getting at, but still paused for a moment, pretending to think really hard before timidly shaking her head again.
“Oh my, you are one empty-headed little college girl, aren’t you?” asked Fifi sarcastically, trading her motherly tone for something much more malicious as she continued. “I can only imagine how you got into a decent university. Let me guess, you’re majoring in blow jobs?” 
Melody looked down, humiliated and ashamed as she was ruthlessly mocked. She may have been as tall as Miss Fifi physically, but she felt only a few inches tall as the older woman cut her down for no reason. Still, she kept quiet, sucking nervously on the steel bit in her mouth as she stood waiting for the cruel hound to continue.
“Well, since you’re too thick to figure it out, I suppose I’ll just show you,” said Fifi, rolling her eyes as she took a short leather strap from her apron pocket and clipped it onto either side of her poor slave girl’s bridle.
Melody was confused for a brief moment, not sure what to make of the strap hanging down under her chin. That is, until Fifi grabbed onto it like a set of reins and gave it a sharp tug, causing Melody to let out a whine as her head was jerked downward.
“Every little filly needs a nice, sturdy set of reins,” said the hound, baring her sharp teeth as she cracked a terrible, malevolent smile. “Now I can lead you anywhere I please, and you better believe I’ll be keeping you on a very short leash. You’ll be right by my side anytime you’re not fully gagged and restrained, so don’t expect to get away with anymore mischief like you managed to pull off earlier. You’re my bitch now, sweetie, and I’ll be deciding when you get off. Understand?”
Melody nodded, too afraid to resist, knowing all it would take was another vicious tug at her reins to set her straight if she was stupid enough to try. Though, despite her total submission, Miss Fifi wasn’t finished with her.
“I knew you wanted to be my little diaper slave from the moment I first laid eyes on you,” teased Fifi. “Well, you’re finally going to get everything you always fantasized about, so I hope you enjoy being my bitch as much as you thought you would, otherwise it’s going to be a long, long week for you, baby girl. You can start now by using that nice, clean diaper of yours while I watch.”
Melody’s face turned red at the thought of soiling herself on command. She tried to turn her head away to hide her embarrassment, forgetting that Miss Fifi still had her by the reins. The hound responded with a firm tug, jerking the girl’s head back to its previous position so she’d be forced to stare the sneering dominatrix in the eyes as she did her business.
“Don’t you dare turn away from me,” snapped Fifi. “I want to see the look on your face while you do it, so stop squirming and fill your diaper. The sooner you shit your pants, the sooner we can go and show your Auntie and have you beg her for a change.”
“No, please not that. I’ll do anything,” pleaded Melody, tears pooling in her eyes as she quivered in her restraints, whimpering softly. The embarrassment of trying to speak around her gag was nothing compared to this. It was bad enough that Marzipan had seen her in messy diapers, but she couldn’t bear the thought of her Aunt actually changing her out of one. Just imagining the humiliating scene made her feel sick to her stomach, and she honestly thought she’d rather die than go through with it. Still, Miss Fifi was quick to remind her that she’d have no say in the matter whatsoever.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to bargain, young lady,” said the hound, her angry face relaxing into something more of a cocky smirk as she teased the girl, gripping the reins tightly as she spoke. “You’ll do it if I tell you to do it. I’m in charge here, and I control every aspect of your life while you’re staying in my nursery. Is that clear?”
Heavy tears were already rolling down Melody’s cheek as she subtly nodded her head, careful to not pull against her reins too much for fear of angering her increasingly unstable nanny. Regardless, she still managed to earn another earful from the hound, seemingly unable to please her no matter how hard she tried.
“Hmm? What was that? I don’t think I heard you,” said Miss Fifi, lifting one of her long, floppy ears to indicate that she was waiting for a vocal response from the terrorized young mare.
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Melody, loud and clear despite the bit in her mouth. It was hard to speak any louder than a whisper with all the butterflies flapping around in her stomach, but she was determined to prove that she could be a good little filly for her mistress.
“That’s more like it,” said Fifi sternly. “Remember, I still have your cell phone locked away where you’ll never find it. Resist and I’ll make sure everyone on your contact list knows what a pitiful little diaper slut you are. I bet you’ll be real popular at school once everyone sees the video of your first feeding, or better yet, the little home movie we made of your first diaper change. Just think, you laying on the changing table, blubbering like a baby with snot bubbling from your nose as you show the whole world your nasty, shit-covered cunny lips. At least you’d finally get some attention from the boys. Maybe they’d even offer to help change your diaper for you between classes. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Melody was stunned by the hound’s vile threats. It was disturbing how easily the venom ran from the older woman’s tongue, but it was too late to back out now. She was trapped in Miss Fifi’s web, and any attempt to get away would only make things worse. Fortunately, she still had the sense to respond to her mistress in the only way that might actually do some good.
Melody knew she'd never get anywhere by talking. That was only for big girls, and she was a baby slave now. The only way she’d satisfy her domineering caretaker was by doing what she was told and shamelessly filling her diaper right here in the middle of the kitchen. However, that was easier said than done.
She let out a cute little grunt as she started pushing, doing her best to overcome her shyness as she tried to evacuate her bowels. Sure, she’d already crapped her diapers several times while in Miss Fifi’s care, but never intentionally while being watched. No matter how many times she’d done it before, it was still utterly humiliating, and Melody was growing worried as she continued to push and nothing came out. Determined, she squatted ever so slightly and resumed pushing, groaning as she strained so Miss Fifi would know how hard she was trying. Surprisingly, the diabolical hound didn’t interrupt, content to watch the show as her plaything degraded herself for her amusement.
It was quite a shameful display, but Melody kept at it, afraid of what might happen to her if she couldn’t deliver. Eventually, a heavy stream of hot urine began soaking into her padding as the mare’s bladder finally let loose. She hadn’t realized how bad she had to piss before, but now that she’d started, she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. She hated to admit it, but it felt good, and she kept going until the last drops trickled out, leaving her diaper visibly soaked. Of course, Miss Fifi felt the need to remind her that she wasn’t done yet.
“Very good, little one, but that’s not what I asked you for,” chided Fifi, cocking her eye brow as she glared at the yellow stain spreading across the front of Melody’s diaper. “Now fill the back and I’ll let you go out to the living room and watch cartoons while you wait for your Auntie to finish up with Marcus.”
Melody kept trying, but still couldn’t manage to mess herself. She had a slight urge to go, but she couldn’t bring herself to push it out into her diaper, knowing that she might very well be forced to ask her Aunt for a change later. Even still, she tried not to think about, hoping to get it over with quick to appease her relentless mistress, but she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. In the end, it became apparent that her tight little tailhole was simply too stubborn to cooperate, and Melody gave up, signalling her defeat with a pathetic whine to let Miss Fifi know that she was done.
“Aw, looks like my baby is still too shy to use her diapers properly,” said Fifi, reverting back to a gentler tone to put her filly at ease. “Don’t worry, dear. I know a game we can play to pass the time while we wait for the castor oil to work its magic. You just go ahead and poop yourself whenever you feel ready, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Melody, incredibly relieved that Miss Fifi was being so nice all of the sudden.
“Now, I think I know what you’ve been waiting for,” said the hound, finally letting go of the reins as she took a seat at the table and picked up the small, egg-shaped vibrator that had been left neglected for so long. “You’re waiting for the dessert I promised earlier, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Melody, nodding as she spoke. She tried to hide her desperation, but the change in her demeanor was obvious to the experienced dominatrix.
“Well then, get down on your hands and knees like a good little filly and crawl your butt over here,” said Fifi, wearing a wide grin as she beckoned the girl over.
Melody wasted no time getting down on the floor and crawling like a baby. She’d been waiting for this since dinner and she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way now. Miss Fifi had put her through hell today, and Melody was going to make damn sure she got the treat she was promised. Though, after crawling over to Fifi and setting her eyes on the shiny egg in her paw, she noticed there was something subtly mischievous about the hound’s smile.
“I’m glad you’re so eager to eat out my pussy again,” said Miss Fifi as she reached up under her dress and slid her wet cotton panties down her legs before tossing them at the naive mare kneeling at her feet.
Melody was horrified as her mistress’s dirty underwear landed directly on her face, filling her nostrils with the pungent scent of unwashed dog crotch. Without thinking twice, she shook her head, sending the moist panties falling to the floor before looking up at the hound, hurt and confused as tears began welling up in her eyes once more.
“What? You thought this was for you?” asked Fifi, holding up the egg-shaped vibe for a moment before hiking up her dress and pressing the small toy against her clit. “This is just to get me wet and slippery, then it will be up to you to finish the job using nothing but that pretty mouth of yours. Why did you even think for a second that I’d let you cum again today? You’re still being punished for touching yourself without permission, remember? Now get your tongue warmed up, because it’s going to take more than one orgasm to satisfy me after all the fun we’ve had today, and you’ll have to work extra hard with that bit stuck in your mouth.”
Melody didn’t know what to say as she knelt there, mouth hanging open in shock as she watched the older woman pleasure herself in front of her. She tried not to give the hound the satisfaction, but couldn’t stop herself from bursting into tears like a true cry baby. She felt so stupid for getting tricked again, but she really didn’t see it coming this time. She thought she’d suffered enough to earn her mistress’s forgiveness, but apparently her punishment still wasn’t over, and at this point she had to wonder if it ever would be.