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"Naughty Doggy!", spoke a gentleman as the door opened. "Where have you been, running away from home like that! You get in here this instant!". "We’re going to give you a bath, and some food, and afterward you are going to sit on my lap and we are going to have a long discussion about your running away from home!". Mimi stood frozen at the door, at a loss for words, her arms practically giving way under the weight of her quarry. "You get in here this instant. Naughty doggy!" spoke the Gentleman, a dapper young 40's-ish gentleman, attired in a sharp black business suit, minus the tie. Mimi scurried inside. Spying a sofa off to the side of the entrance, she stumbled over, tripping and the mountain of items held tenuously between her arms cascaded onto the sofa. She looked up at the gentleman apologetically, as if to beg mercy for her ungraceful entrance. The gentleman hurriedly approached her, and as if to show forgiveness began fussing over her, petting her hair. "Ooooohhhhhhh", he said cooing, "My doggy has come home". "You’ve been out roaming the streets, all alone. Pooooor doggy. It’s very dangerous for my doggy to be out on the streets all alone." "You’re a very bad doggy!", he waved his finger accusingly at her.
The gentleman brushed aside the mountain of doggy paraphernalia which Mimi had unceremoniously dumped on the sofa, and took a seat. Patting his lap, he motioned to Mimi, "Doggy! Up on my lap this instant!". Mimi cast back a glance, and touched her chest, as if to silently express, "Who, me?". "Get up on my lap this instant!" commanded the Gentleman, in the strictest of tones. Mimi stood frozen, unable to overcome the surprise at her abrupt transformation into an errant canine. The gentleman starred at her quizzically, cocking his head to one side, indicated his expectancy of a response. Still nothing. She just stood there. In the blink of an eye, the gentleman deftly lifted the whip from the sofa and stormed up to Mimi. In one continuous motion his left hand pushed her downward from the back of her neck, his arm then deftly wrapping around her waist, so as to restrain her in a bent-over position. Her bum, tightly clad in the sheer body suit, was sticking straight out. "Swish". The whip met her outstretched bum with biting force. Mimi almost jumped out of her skin. The gentleman’s grasp around her waist was unyielding. "Stick your bum out!" he shouted. Mimi’s bum felt as if it was just brushed with a hot branding iron. "Swish". This one knocked the wind out of her, and she began panting uncontrollably, her bum indescribably on fire. "Stick your bum out" the gentleman commanded. "Swish". Mimi’s body involuntary leapt forward, but the gentleman’s tight grasp held her back. She was panting uncontrollably, and crying. "Swish". Her body again attempted to leap forward, but Master Todd’s unrelenting grasp around her waist held her back. She was crying loudly, bawling uncontrollably. Master Todd gripped firmly around her waist, keeping her locked into a bent position, her trembling bum sticking out. Through the sheer body suit, her bum displayed vicious, raised red tram lines, evidence of where the whip had lashed. Tears streamed from her face onto the floor. He held her immovably in this position and all was quiet for 5 minutes but for the crying and sniffling of the girl whose whipped bum was still sticking out toward the room.
"You’re going on your leash!" the gentleman spoke, in a reprimanding tone. Mimi was still held firmly clutched next to the gentleman, his arm locked around her waist, her trembling bum still thrust out. "You will be put on a leash, right now!". Mimi continued whimpering, tears streaming from her face, falling onto the carpet below. The gentleman released his arm from her waist, now taking hold of Mimi by the hair, and pulling her straight upright. He gripped her neck, turning her to face him. Charcoal tears had streaked her face, the result of her ruined mascara. Underneath the mascara tears, her face was red, flush from crying. "If you ever disobey me again, you will be whipped until you cannot sit for a week, do you understand?". She nodded up and down, as if to signal her acquiescence. "Do you understand?" he repeated, this time in a louder, more threatening tone? Mimi continued to nod up and down, in further agreement. In a flash, the gentleman's hand picked up the whip, and gave two vicious swipes to the girl’s bum "Whoosh - splat" "Whoosh - splat". Instantly the girl began to whimper. Tears once again sprung forth and trickled down her mascara streaked face. Her expression contorted into a grimace. "Do you understand?" the gentleman repeated, louder, and more slowly. The girl stood unresponsive, save for hushed crying. Minutes passed in the standoff, and crying subsided to whimpering. All the while, a thought had entered the girl’s head. "Do you understand?" repeated the gentleman, this time more calmly, hoping to summons the intended response.
"Woof" came the hushed plea. "Woof", she repeated, as if to beg for forgiveness, and convey, in doggy language, that she was indeed "sorry". The gentleman’s hand took hold of Mimi's hair, and she was led to the sofa. His hand firmly gripping her hair, Mimi's head was lowered to the doggy collar, resting upon the sofa. "Pick it up", the gentleman commanded. The girl slowly opened her mouth, and gently grasped the collar within her teeth. The gentleman drew her upright forcefully by her hair, as she continued to barely grasp the doggy collar within her mouth. Releasing her hair, the gentleman ripped the collar from her mouth. Taking hold of her neck, he turned her to once again face him, eye to eye. His gaze, determined and intense, locked onto the girl. Mimi’s face was red and pouting, her eyes wet and glistening from tears. She looked back at the gentleman as if to convey repentance, as if to issue a silent plea that she would be good, oh how good she would be, if he would just please stop the whippings.
The collar jingled as the gentleman rustled the buckle open, and Mimi felt the harsh leather envelop her neck. It now grew tight around her neck, as the gentleman maneuvered the end through the buckle, fascinating it snugly. She now felt suddenly as if a slave in bondage, in the barbaric days of old. Abruptly, the gentleman’s hand firmly grasped the collar from behind, forcing her forward and down once again toward the sofa. "Pick up the leash", he commanded. Mimi’s mouth slowly opened, and she extended her pearly white teeth to delicately take hold of the pink, rhinestone studded leash. The gentleman pulled her upright, abruptly, by the collar. His hand seized the leash from her mouth, and in a flash, leash and collar were united in a resounding "Clink". The spring-loaded latch mechanism of the leash locked onto the matching pink, rhinestone studded collar.
"We’ll put some ointment on your bum now" the gentleman whispered into her ear ....
To be continued.
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The Training of Mimi, Part II - 
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