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Puppygirl Taught a Fucking Lesson! HD
Mistress Carly slammed the door shut, her eyes burning with fury. She stood before her puppy cage, her gloved hand trembling as she reached out to unlock it. Inside, Jasmine whimpered nervously, her tail tucked between her legs. The last time she saw Mistress Carly, she had been sent back to her by a dissatisfied buyer. Now she was about to face the wrath of her trainer mistress.
The cage door swung open, and Jasmine slowly emerged. She looked up at Mistress Carly, her big brown eyes filled with fear and confusion. The trainer mistress wore a cold expression on her face, her lips pressed into a thin line. She reached down and grabbed Jasmine by the scruff of her neck, forcing her to look up at her. "I am so disappointed in you, Jasmine," she hissed. "After all the time I've invested in you, you've let me down." She pulled back her hand, revealing a riding crop. "And now it's time for you to pay the price."
Mistress Carly raised the whip, and it came down hard across Jasmine's back. The puppy girl yelped in pain, her legs buckling beneath her. "Bark once for yes, bitch," Mistress Carly commanded. Jasmine whimpered and barked once, her tail tucked between her legs. "Good girl," Mistress Carly purred, her eyes glinting with malice. She struck Jasmine's sensitive flesh again and again, the sharp sting turning into a fiery ache. Jasmine whimpered and whined, unable to bear the pain.
Finally, Mistress Carly stopped. She placed the riding crop on a nearby table and approached Jasmine, who was trembling and panting heavily. She knelt down in front of her puppy girl, her face close to Jasmine's. "Now," she growled, "it's time to see what kind of work you need." She reached forward and unfastened the leash around Jasmine's neck, letting it fall to the ground. "You're going to be taught a lesson you won't forget, Jasmine," she whispered menacingly. "And this time, I'm going to make sure you learn it well."
With that, Mistress Carly stood up and strode over to a metal table. On it lay various tools of punishment: a strap-on dildo, a flogger, and a set of metal nipple clamps. She picked up the strap-on, adjusting it to fit her body. Then she turned back to Jasmine, who was cowering in fear. "Time to get to work, puppy girl," she purred, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "And this time, you're going to take every inch of it."
