This story is a future style fic featuring Elodie. It was written with my partner in mind for valentines day <3. Love you Daddy! Sorry I borrow-stole Donnie for this! 

Cast 
Elodie-A sixteen year old chinese crested dog-She bone thin and just under five feet tall, with white-pink skin which some grey patches, white poofy hair, and a slightly large pink nose. She's kind of dorky looking, and when left to her own devices, tends to dress terribly. 
Daddy-Donnie, a large hyena who works as a hired thug, with droopy eyes and a large nose. he'd be in his fourties or so in this story, but undoubtly still living a life of crime with his brother Paulie. He belongs to TheQuandary. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her knees ached. Daddy had put her in time out almost an hour ago, and she was begining to wonder if he'd ever come back. She knew of course, that she should have minded, and that when daddy was trying to finish his work she shouldn't have bothered him. He'd given warnings, but she'd pushed, and now, she was in trouble.
She whined around the baby-pink ballgag in her mouth and wiggled against the glittery jump rope that bound her wrists to her ankles. She wanted her daddy to come back.He'd said he'd come get her when he'd finished his work, but that was forever again. What if he'd forgotten about her! What if he never came back! She'd be stuck in time out forever. She whimpered around the gag again and fat tears began to run down her cheeks. 
It felt like ages before she heard the door creak open, her ears stood at attention, and her little whip of a tail began to wag. Daddy. She did her best to stay still and sit straight, and within moments, she felt his huge hands on her shoulders.  Daddy's hands were amazing.  They were capeable of so many things. Large, calloused and rough. They were the hands of a man who lived his life rough. Sometimes she felt them around her neck when they made love, sometimes roughly against her ass when she misbehaved, or they slid over her gently when she needed comfort. No matter what, she'd never forget the feel of daddy's hands. 
Now daddy's hands slid over her shoulders and down over her small breasts. She arched her back. In the dark, in this uncomfortable postion there was nothing she wanted more than daddy's hands. As her back arched the bell on her collar jingled softly, but, in that moment, the sound felt intense. The jumprope that bound her loosened, and she felt daddy's hand between her shoulders, pushing her foreward onto her hands and knee. She knew what would come next. 
He loosened the gag and it fell to the floor, shiny with spit, and Elodie closed her mouth relived at the ablitiy to close her mouth again.
"Well?" her daddy barked at her, his voice stern. "Do you have something to say?"
Elodie's jaw ached, but she knew not answering would get her another time out. Or worse, she'd have to write lines. "I..I.." She turned her head, to look at him, but he quickly turned it back downwards "I'm s-sorry!"
Daddy said nothing. That wasn't the answer that he had wanted and she had stuttered. she must try again.
"Daddy. Sir." She said trying her sweetest voice "I am very sorry that I interuppted you while you were working." 
She gulped, Daddy was still being quiet. He slid a finger into the heart shaped O-ring of her collar and began to lead her out of the time out closet on her hands and knees. She followed without hesitation, skinny knees hitting the hardwood of the floor roughly, boney hands not fairing better. Everything was still dark beneith the pink blindfold, edged in lace that she wore.  She felt another tug, up this time. Was daddy still mad? A little part of her hoped so.
His hands slid under her armpits and he roughly pulled her across his lap, her bare pussy slid against the rough denim of his jeans. They felt a little damp and they smelled like pennies. She'd gotten used to that smell. She perked up her large pointed ears listening. Daddy's breath was slow and easy. He seemed relaxed, still , as he pushed her back down onto the lap, she knew what came next.
"Are you ready for your punishment little girl?" he asked. She hoped it would be his hand, but when she heard the gentle clink of metal, she knew it would be his belt.
"Yes Daddy." Elodie's heart sank a little, the belt was so much less personal. He moved her again, so her chest rested on the arm of the couch, the marks of cigarette burns itchy against her chest. 
"and now many spankings do you get when you don't mind?" Her daddy asked, his tone calm and even, but utterly in control. The sound of his voice sent a hot wave of excitement right between her thighs. She licked her lips and then took a deep little breath, she must answer Daddy straight away. "Twenty."  she said, and hoped that was the right number. Her head was spinning and she couldn't quite remember.
Either she'd gotten it correct, or daddy was feeling generous. He slid her hand over her bare, furless little rump and squeezed it once, before he moved his hand and she heard the snap, and second later felt the fantastic sting of his expensive leather belt on her ass. She raised her litte whip of a tail up out of the way. Daddy was always careful not to hit her tail on purpous, but, she'd gotten it caught in the crossfire a few times and she'd sure regretted it.
"Count." Daddy ordered.
She hated counting! It was so hard to keep track, still, she would not disobey daddy again. Not tonight at least. "O-one..." 
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Daddy spanked her all the way til twenty, and then gave her five more with his hand. She was trembling mess of excitement and pain by the time he finished, her thighs glittering with excitement and her little pussy throbbing with need. Her skin stung and her muscles ached, but as Daddy rubbed his magical hands over the tender flesh, she didn't care. She hoped he'd left marks, she always loved to admire the marks of daddy's love the next day. 
Daddy pulled her back across his lap, and began to slide his hands up her back, rubbing it and relaxing her. He kissed her on the shoulder then. He was rock hard in his jeans, she could feel his hard on against her tummy. She wanted it, and she wanted it now, but she knew, she must not whine or beg. She waited.
Daddy slid his hands down over her ass again and gave her one more gently swat, before his large hand moved over to her chest and he pressed her up into a sitting postion. She felt his hands as they brushed against her cheeks as he pulled off her blindfold, but she cast down her eyes. She was still in trouble, she must not look at daddy. She looked at the buldge in his pants instead, her tail givng a few slow wags.
Daddy had a real monster. It had taken her years to be able to take it to the base. He was nearly as thick as her thigh with a knot that made her ache for days when he put it into her. Her mouth watered at the thought of it.  "Daddy?" she asked moving her eyes up just a little higher.
"Yes,Princess?" He slid his hand down her bad catching her tail in his giant mitt.
"Daddy.." She said finally turning her eyes up to the hyenas face. "I..I want you. Please Daddy?" 
Daddy laughed. Maybe she wasn't still in trouble afterall. He leaned back for her and pressed his hand down on his tool, makng it strain against the fabric of his jeans. " Well then, come and get it Princess."