This stunk. Dolly was stuck in her room, bored out of her mind.

The tomboyish dalmatian sighed heavily, her breath fogging up the window, practically falling asleep in her own hands.

Her plans for the day were slim to none right now. Ever since Dylan and Roxy started dating, Dog above only knows what they see in each other, she had seen less of her best friend than usual. Even now, those two were with Hansel and Fergus, having some big Poodlewolf role-playing quest in the treehouse.

Snowball wasn't much better; a certain "vendor" she belonged to wouldn't let her out of his reach.

Her dad was still at work, so that was out of the question. It was Spring break, so the park was full of kids, and Pearl & the other police officers were making their rounds, stopping her from getting into any mischief.

As for the rest of the family? Triple D were showing off some new makeup-for-dogs styles they invented, using Dizzy and Dee Dee as their little examples. Dawkins was geeking out with some tech stuff, Delgado had a flat tyre, Da Vinci was, in her own words: "Making a statement" somewhere, and Diesel... Nope.

"There's gotta be something to do..." She muttered, staring into space in complete boredom.

"Ohhh, poor Dolly~"

As if her day couldn't get worse, the voice of her polar opposite and sworn enemy from next door caught her ears, her head turning around with a look of disgust.

"What do you want, Clarissa?" She asked, rolling her eyes. "I'm not in the mood."

Clarissa, the dalmatian-hating corgi who was, at times, even worse than Cruella De Vil herself, was sat at her little gazebo with her other two snobby friends, having one of their dumb tea parties.

"Just thought I'd share my sympathy, dear Dolly." She smugly answered, her condescending tone already getting on the dalmatian's nerves. "It must be hard for a simple pup like you, realising that even that big slobbering mongrel you call a friend would rather spend time with your brother than you."

"Hey, you take that back!" Dolly shot back, leaning her head out of the open window. "I could be spending time with those guys if I wanted! I just don't wanna."

"Really now? Then what were you doing for the past half hour, hm?" Clarissa raised her eyebrow, smirking as Dolly struggled to answer, her face turning red with embarrassment and anger.

It didn't help when the pug and... Whatever the other one was supposed to be, started laughing too.

"That's what I thought. Don't worry, my little doggy. It's perfectly natural for a dog of the riff-raff to be jealous of their superiors~" The corgi continued to taunt, sipping her tea.

"Superiors!?" Dolly yelled out. "Don't make me come down there, mutton-breath!"

"Ooh, what a clever reply(!)" She sarcastically replied, not even looking at her. "Threatening violence, how barbaric. Honestly, you've just proven my point, about how every part of me is better than you. Style, poise, grace, manners-"

The stuck-up canine rambled on about her boasts, much to the spotted dog's annoyance, as She tried to drown out her words and think of a clever comeback.

It was then that she started to get an idea.

If Clarissa claimed every part of her was better than Dolly's, did that include... Certain, unmentionable parts? Parts that even this snob wouldn't brag about?

A devious grin grew on the dal's face, as the idea was built upon more and more.

"Oh yeah!?" She called out, reached down for the button on her shorts.

Clarissa, who seemed to have finished her list of brags, nodded with her eyes closed, sipping her tea again, as the other two did the same, completely oblivious to what their common rival had in mind.

Smirking at their blissful ignorance, Dolly turned around and continued her payback.

"Even..." She resumed, swiftly pulled her shorts and panties down, revealing her meaty butt to her three victims, slamming it into the window. "THIS?!"

Opening their eyes slightly to see her retort, the three posh dogs felt their hearts skip a beat and their pupils widen at what they saw.

The despised face of the riff-raff tomboy was suddenly replaced by two white, spotty cheeks, pressing up against the glass pane.

The sight of the exposed posterior had shocked the girls into dropping their tea cups, spitting the drink out all over their fancy outfits, their faces a deep crimson, as they looked away and shielded their eyes, despite the image of Dolly's bare ass being burned into their eyes.

"W- What in the world?!" The pug spoke up, hidng her face.

"Ugh, I'm... I'm going to be ill!" The hairy one whined, trying to clean herself off.

Clarissa, while trying to compose herself, had failed to keep her rage contained, glaring daggers at Dolly's naked bum, trying not to look directly at it and spot the spotty one's face instead.

"D- Dolly Dalmatian, that is positively disgusting! W- why would you even-"

"You said that everything you had was better than mine, didn't ya?" Dolly teased, wiggling her rump to the audience of three. "So, what'd ya think of this?"

Or at least, the audience of three as far as she was unaware.

While she was busy with her enemies, Dolly hadn't noticed that her friend was spectating this little show of lack of manners as well, inside the treehouse.

"Zap Goblins are resistant to Thorderbolt magic!" The rude dalmatian's brother, currently known as Poodlewolf himself, declared as the game continued. "Raise Defence stats and rely of Frosticus magic!"

Dylan looked over at the handsome husky besides him, who flashed him a knowing grin and moved his piece in front of the enemy's spot.

"I'm going in for ze kill." Hansel announced, picking up the dice and shook them in his hand. "Using mein Killer Cold attack!"

Throwing the dice, the pair watched as they rolled across the board, before slowing to a halt.

"Ah ha!" Hansel exclaimed. "11 und 6! Double damage, knockdown included!"

The boy's let out a small cheer at the result, with Dylan knocking the enemy statue down a peg, representing its weaker state.

"Now for the finishing blow!" The leader of the little pack declared, pumping a fist by his side. "All that's needed is a 5 or above! Roll, Dogsbody!"

The three lads awaited what would likely be the last roll of the game, wagging their tails and keeping their eyes on the board to see what the bitch among them would get them.

However, they were waiting for a few seconds, only to be met with silence.

"Dogsbody?" Dylan inquired, pulling his head up to look at the rottweiler besides him.

"Uh, Rox? It's your turn, big girl." Fergus reminded, waving his hand in front of her face, only to get no reaction.

Roxy, instead of keeping her eye on the game as well, was looking out the window to the treehouse dead ahead of her, a puzzled gaze on her face.

"Uh, Dylan?" She began, pointing a finger in the direction of her view. "Why's Dolly got her bum out?"

Following his mate's lead, the dalmatian looked in the same direction, and gasped in horror.

"O- Oh my Dog!" He shrieked, covering his eyes, his face burning up. "Dolly!"

It wasn't just him, either.

As soon as the mention of their friend's posterior being on display, both the husky and the fox looked outside as well, both having different appropriate reactions.

"Whoa ho ho!" Fergus snickered, watching the spectacle unfold with a good-natured face. "Didn't know your sister was an exhibitionist, D-Dog!"

Hansel, meanwhile, felt his eyes widen and his ears drop, a crimson shade creeping on his face.

"Oh..." He uttered, feeling himself grow tense at the sight. "Schön~"

His tail even curled in, quickly hiding his sheath, which was beginning to harden at the sight of what the bitch was doing.

"G- Guys, c'mon!" Dylan declared, hiding behind his girlfriend. "Cover your eyes!"

"Why should we, dude?" Fergus inquired, shrugging his shoulders. "It's just a bit of fun, and she wants to be seen, right?"

"C- Ca- Can we just get back to the game, please?" He requested, looking to Roxy for support.

She took notice and gave him a nervous smile, blushing a little as well.

"S- Sure, Dylan..." She nodded, sounding like she had something else to say.

Dylan gave her a smile and passed her the dice, but she wouldn't have the chance to finish things yet.

"Whoa, your mum's just come in!" The vulpine announced, prompting both the dalmatian and the rottweiler to turn back, their interests now piqued.

"What?!" They exclaimed, heading back over to the window to see what was unfolding.

Sure enough, they could see the older dalmatian in the room, clearly unhappy with the younger bitch and giving her a stern talking to.

"Oooh, now she's in for it..." Roxy muttered, wincing at what was about to happen next.

Hansel still couldn't take his eyes off the girl's backside, lost in his own little world and unaware of what was happening in front of or around him.

Dylan stood behind him, trying his best not to get an eyeful of his sister's backside and only see what his mother was going to do with her.

He didn't seem to notice Fergus approaching his ear, a crude smile on his face.

"Can you ask her to show us her butt, too?" The fox asked, making his friend's fur stand on end and his face go red.

"Ughhh, Fergus!" He shouted, pushing him away.

"Hey, can't blame a dog for wanting to see a bit of skin..." He shrugged, saunterly walking away a few steps. "Especially from a milf~"

"That's it!"

The last remark enraged the dalmatian, provoking him to jump the vulpine.

"H- Hey!" He yelled, trying to push the dog off him.

"Dylan, no!" Roxy shouted, pulling the dal off of him and getting involved in the scuffle.

All this was perfect for Hansel to sneak his way down from the treehouse and inside, ready to "confront" the young lady himself.

"Never provoke a volf, Dolly~" He murmured, getting a few ideas already. "Big mistake~"

Meanwhile, Dolly reminded completely unaware anything that was going on inside the treehouse the whole time, instead being focused on sticking it to her neighbours.

It was all going well, with the horrified look on those prissy bitches' faces making her smile in delight.

The trio next door could only whimper and stammer at their predicament, covering their faces and shaking their heads as they quickly packed up.

"Y- You are so crudely indecent!" Clarissa cried out, her voice wavering a little as the three of them rushed back inside to escape the putrid scene.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Dolly cackled, rubbing her butt against the glass in triumph. "Yeah, you don't like that, do ya!?"

"And neither do I!"

All of a sudden, Dolly's mood and face changed dramatically.

Her smile was wiped off her face in an instant, her eyes bulged out of her skull, and her tail tucked between her legs as a new sensation of immense regret hit her like a freight train.

Daring to look at her doorway, she was met by the sight of her stepmother standing there, not looking too pleaded with her childish antics.

"Mom, I..." She began, not really sure what to say, realising her current state of dress.

"Dolly Dalmatian!" The mother dog scolded, folding her arms with her face contorted in a cross expression as she stroked into the room. "What do you think you're doing!? Get your bum over here, right now!"

"B- But Mom, I can explain-"

"Don't try and get out of this with an excuse, missy!"

The tomboyish pup gulped, a nervous smile growing on her face as she felt herself starting to sweat from what was about to come.

Peeling herself off the window, Dolly sheepishly reached down for her shorts to redress herself.

"You might as well leave those down." Delilah sternly told her, giving her a hint of what was about to transpire.

The dalmatian sighed in defeat, letting her shorts drop back to the floor and walked over, her tail still between her legs.

The older dog sat down on the bed and extended an arm towards her daughter.

"You know what to do." She told her, patting her lap.

With no choice, Dolly reluctantly complied, slowly making her way over to the waiting stepmother and bent over her lap.

"How many?" She asked with a sigh, looking up at the displeased parent, offering her hand behind her back.

Delilah took the arm and pinned it to her back, preventing her from escaping the punishment.

"80." She sternly replied, making the bitch's eyes widen.

"80?!" She repeated in horror, the figure being much higher than what she expected.

This wasn't the first time she had been in this position, and she was well aware of what the woman was capable of, but never had she ever spanked her so much.

The most she had ever gotten before was 50, and that was for something way more serious than this.

"You're 12 now, young lady! You're more than old enough to know better than to show your bare bottom to everyone outside!" Delilah explained, readying her free hand.

"I- I know, but mum-"

Clearly unhappy with all the protesting, the mother dog placed a hand on her hip and looked down at the girl.

"Should we go for 100, instead?"

Knowing what the answer was, Dolly quickly shut her mouth and shook her head, deciding not to complain anymore.

"Good. Now, be quiet and take it like a big girl."

And so, the punishment commenced.

The tomboy's cheeks clenched themselves as she felt her stepmother's hand rise, anticipating the impact.

*SMACK*

"Ah!" Dolly squealed, wincing as the first smack was laid upon her thicc spotty backside, her fur standing on end and her cheeks flaring.

*SMACK* *SMACK*

"Hmph!" The dal grunted, feeling her bottom begin to sting, and the pain increasing each time the paw connected with her rump.

This was like every other like when she was younger, getting punished by the older canine for being a troublemaker.

*SMACK*

Whether it was for breaking something, being mean to someone, drawing on the walls or some prank on her siblings, she would often find herself over a parent's knee for one reason or another.

*SMACK SMACK*

But this time...

*SMACK*

It was different.

*SMACK*

The stinging sensation that her buttocks was experiencing right now...

*SMACK*

It didn't hurt the same way it used to when she was little.

*SMACK*

Before, when she was smaller and more mischievous, her backside would be a sore red mess by the end of a spanking, and she'd cry her eyes out and be an obedient little girl afterwards, hoping that nobody saw or heard her like this.

*SMACK*

But this time, it felt...

*SMACK*

... Nice?

*SMACK*

The tomboy wasn't quite sure what it was, but she was enjoying this punishment.

*SMACK*

Each and every swat made her feel... Hot, in a certain place.

*SMACK*

Dolly was getting older, and that meant her body was going through some changes. She was going to start getting more curious about her feelings of certain things, especially boys, and it looked like it was starting sooner than scheduled.

This feeling of being helpless and humiliated, bent over her stepmother's lap like this and made to take a punishment, even the stinging feeling in her buttocks, was giving her a strange tingly feeling between her legs.

It didn't help that every spank was followed by a brief wobbling in her butt, a motion that sent a pleasant shiver up her spine.

Up until now, she never really thought much about her butt; just that it was what she used to sit on things, and it was there.

But now...

*SMACK SMACK*

A small gasp escaped her lips as a certain swat sent a new wave of pleasure to her loins.

And the fact she still had about 60 more to go made this all the better. She was starting to wish she HAD asked for 100, now.

Her stepmom must not have noticed the noise, as she continued the punishment like all was normal. Up and down, Delilah's hand rained thunder on Dolly's increasingly red butt, switching cheeks between hits and keeping count in her head.

Given the size of the target, she had plenty of space to work with and a wide area to cover, she she could spread her spanks out a bit to ensure not a single spot was missed, nor overdone. She wasn't cruel, after all; just strict.

Still, that wasn't to say she wasn't putting some force into the strikes. The fact she had to punish her eldest child like this was disappointing enough, let alone her having to do it again.

"Honestly, Dolly." She stated, her tone being one of disapproval and exasperation. "I expect this sort of things from Dimitri's 1, 2 & 3, but not from you."

*SMACK*

The scolding was making this feeling even more intense, for reasons the pup couldn't understand, nor could she try to explain, but she did like it.

*SMACK*

The way she said it, combined with the occasional wobble in her asscheeks, made Dolly feel good, and not just the usual good, but the kind that she felt around Hansel, which was rare in and of itself, seeing as she only ever felt this with him and Spike, when she met him on holiday.

*SMACK SMACK*

"Well?" Delilah continued, pausing for a moment and looking down at the tomboy sternly. "What'd you have to say for yourself?"

On a normal day, to ease the pain and hopefully get some mercy from the top bitch of the house, she would've apologised in a remorseful tone and own up to her wrongdoing.

But today, she didn't feel like taking the usual approach to the question, instead choosing to be a bit of a smartass and turn the tables a bit, seeing how far she could take this.

"She had it coming?" She answered, trying her best not to let her see her smile.

Her stepmom's eyes widened a bit, not expecting her to say that, and her brow furrowing, the dal's face growing a bit more serious, as if daring her to make another remark.

*SMACK*

This was the hardest slap yet, easily the force of 10 normal spanks combined, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"Ow!" Dolly yelled, the force of the smack nearly knocking the wind out of her, the stinging sensation being replaced by a burning one.

"That's enough cheek out of you!" The doctor dog declared, resuming the punishment as before, only with a bit more force in her slaps.

This was working out perfectly as far as Dolly was concerned

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

Now she was REALLY starting to feel the heat down there. She had to bite her lip to surpass a moan, not wanting her mom to notice the pleasure she was feeling.

*SMACK* *SMACK*

From how lost in the bliss she was right now, Dolly wasn't sure if her mum was still telling her off for her behavior or not, but she hoped she was.

*SMACK*

It made that hot feeling even better, the more she scolded her.

*SMACK* *SMACK*

And speaking of heat, her ass was on fire, the fur of her cheeks turning a shade of deep red, each one of them starting to resemble a Japanese flag, if not for the black spots around them.

*SMACK*

Despite all the pain though, Dolly still loved it. This was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced, and it was all thanks to a spanking, of all things!

*SMACK*

All because of those stupid neighbour pooches. If it wasn't for them, she wouldn't be experiencing this amazing sensation through punishment. She'd have to thank them for it later.

*SMACK* *SMACK*

And she knew just how to do it; treat them to a full view of the results of her little chat with Delilah~ Seeing how appreciative they were of it a few minutes ago, she was sure they'd love it just as much.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Then, all too soon, it stopped.

Dolly felt herself come back to her senses, blinking a few times as the pain from the spanking began to set in, the burning sensation in her rear and her face returning.

"Alright, that's 80." Her stepmom declared, getting the smaller dalmatian off her lap and settling her on the bed, standing up with her hands on her hips, seemingly oblivious to the wet spot on her clothes. "I'll let you think about what you did for an hour, then we'll have a talk about proper behavior, young lady. Understand?"

"Y- Yes, Mum..." Dolly replied, nodding as she tried not to whimper, rubbing her sore cheeks.

Delilah sighed, turning around to head out of the room, leaving the girl to her thoughts.

As the older dog stepped out of the door, she was met with a familiar husky, who was coming up the stairs.

"Ah, Hansel Husky." Delilah greeted politely, smiling at the boy's presence. "If you're here for Dolly, I'm afraid it's not a good time right now."

"Guten tag, Miss Dalmatian." The young man greeted back, his tone a lot more formal than usual. "I vas coming up to see her, ja."

"Well, she's in a bit of trouble at the moment..." The mother dog explained, a bit embarrassed by the circumstances. "So maybe you could come back a bit later, if you want."

"Oh, nein." He assured her, his face remaining neutral. "I'm afraid I must insist; it's improatnt zat I zee her as zoon as possible."

Delilah hesitated, unsure whether or not she should let him in, but decided that Dolly wouldn't have anything planned after her spanking.

"Alright, then." She relented, stepping aside and heading down the stairs. "But if she says or does anything untoward, come and let me know, alright?"

"Jawohl, danke, Frau Dalmatian."

And so, the dal's guest entered the room, peeking inside quietly to see what the bitch was up to.

He wasn't disappointed to see what he saw; rather than his friend still pressing her ass against the window or even sobbing into her pillow after the thorough spanking, she was in a much different position.

Just like in the treehouse, her ass was pointing in his direction, only much more red than before, kneeling with her face down on the bed.

Only this time, her fingers were inside the wet hold in between her legs, and quiet moans escaping her lips, as her other hand rubbed her sore butt.

Hansel felt himself gulp at the sight, his member beginning to twitch in his sheath and his tongue lolling out of his mouth, as he took in the glorious sight.

His hand snaked into his pants and began massaging his own genitals at the spectacle, unsure if he should be a gentleman and alert her to his presence, or succumb to his perversion and let her continue.

The conflict went on for a moment, before the deciding factor came in the form of the bitch winding her hand back and giving herself a firm slap on her already burning red arse.

The sight made him moan in a low voice, and the decision was made, the husky quickly sneaking his way into the room, quietly closing the door behind him and loosening his pants.

"Ooooh..." Dolly moaned, slowly pulling her fingers in and out of her naughty spot, as she imagined a certain black & white canine was the one servicing her instead. "Bow wacka wow~ Hansel, you big boy~"

The mention of his name made the husky's smile widen and his member slip out of its sheath, throbbing in his hand.

It was just him and her now, her smell was filling his nose and making him salivate, his instincts screaming at him to pounce on her, mount her and claim her as his mate. It's not like anyone could stop him from doing so, and she wouldn't have said no, if she was fantasising about him.

Another sharp smack on her own ass brought him back to reality, making him realise his hand was wrapped around his fully hardened dick.

"Ah, meine liebe~" He whispered, slowly pumping his length as he watched her punish her sore bum, her other hand's fingers going faster and deeper inside her.

Thankfully, she didn't hear him and continued her own punishment like all was normal.

"Y- Yeah, I'm a bad girl~" She declared under her breath, though still loud enough to be heard, giving her red arse another strike. "Give me a good spanking~ I deserve it~"

"Oh, Dolly..." He chuckled quietly, a sultry smile growing on his face, as his mind came up with the perfect payback plan for the little exhibitionist. "You are going to pay for showing zat lovely backzide off, alright."

Both of them continued their self-indulged fun, a hint of imagination on both ends helping with his sense of sight and her sense of feel, one of them still not noticing the other's presence.

Hansel was enjoying the show, and Dolly was loving this, regardless of if she was aware she was being watched or not.

After a while, the tomboy's masturbation started to pick up, her movements getting faster and faster, her moans getting a little louder too.

Seeing this, the husky followed suit, pumping his hand like an engine part and stroking his rod, grunting and panting a little.

He could feel his orgasm approaching, his seed rising up from his balls, but he wanted to see her finish first. Or at least at the same time

"Ah! Ah! AH! YES, HANSEL, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! SPANK ME!" She cried out, her pussy beginning to twitch and squirt.

"D- Dolly!" He exclaimed as quietly as he could, needing to leaning on the wall to keep himself from falling over, as his member erupted, shooting out his cum and spraying it all over the floor.

"Ahh!" She squealed, her body shivering as her juices squirted out and stained her sheets, her pussy squeezing her fingers.

Both canines came at the same time, their bodies going stiff and their minds going blank for a few moments.

Dolly's legs shook and her hips buckled, her body going limp as her orgasm finally settled.

Hansel's seed shot out of his tip and all over the floor, trying to get it in the same spot to make cleaning it up easier.

It took the tomboy a few seconds to catch her breath, her fingers still inside her twitching womanhood.

"B- Bow Wacka... Wow..." She panted, her tail wagging slowly, as she felt the pleasure from her release settle. "H- Hansel..."

"Jahowl, liebe~?"

The sudden voice made her blood turn to ice, her eyes widening and her tongue retreating back inside.

She prayed to Dog that she just imagined it, that it was just a trick her mind was playing on her.

With shaking nerves and a sweating brow, Dolly turned her head around and looked over her shoulder, confirming her worst fear.

There, standing in her room, looking directly at her naked, spanked butt and cum-drenched pussy, was the love of her life.

And he had seen everything.

The look on her face was one of horror, shock, and disbelief, as her mouth hung open.

"H- H- Ha- Hansel?!"

The boy's face was one not too different to the one she had just been thinking about only a few seconds ago. In fact, it was identical.

That sultry look of confidence, those "Do me" icy blue eyes, that smile that could make even the coldest person fall for him, and the throbbing, red erection, pulsing with veins and leaking pre-cum, just begging to be inside something warm and wet.

Finding the nerve to turn her gaze down from his handsome husky face, Dolly could see the big bone he was carrying with him.

Her cheeks began to heat up again, her body growing tense and her eyes beginning to wander all over his body.

The fact she was caught doing... That, made her feel mortified, but also made her feel... Excited?

No, no, this wasn't good! He wasn't supposed to see her like this! This wasn't what she had in mind when she imagined him seeing her bare ass.

"H- Hansel, I-" She began, trying her best to formulate a coherent sentence. "I- I - I- Uh, I- I w- was-!"

"Shhhh..." The alpha dog commanded, slowly making his way to her. "Zere's no need for words, Dolly~ You're a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Wh- What-?" She began, before suddenly finding his hand on her ass, grabbing a handful of her cheek and rubbing it, sending a chill up her spine and making her yelp.

While it still hurt from the spanking, that pain was easily overshadowed by the feeling of pleasure of having the boy of her dreams feeling her up like this.

"Ohh, Dolly~" He whispered, a sly smile forming on his lips as he watched the girl squirm in his grip, her face turning redder. "I never zought you'd be into such naughty zings~"

"H- Hansel..." The dalmatian cooed, wagging her tail from his attention.

Looked like her boredom was going to be lifted for the better.