Bright Eyes. Dear, sweet, innocent Bright Eyes.
Any time anyone at Holly's Puppy Pound was having a lousy day, she was the go-to gal for some cheering up.
Spirit lifting, hand holding and fun times all around were very much her specialty, despite her young age.
Everybody that wasn't named "Stoneheart" loved the little labrador retriever to bits, and she loved them all right back.
But that didn't mean she was impervious to consequences when she does wrong, and tonight was no exception.
Cooler and Nose Marie hated punishing the pups, but as the parent figures to all the smaller dogs living at the Pound, they knew their duty.
And for Bright Eyes in particular, that was a pretty hard duty to commit to. The thought that their previous daughter figure was in trouble and needed correction on her behavior/actions was anything but a pleasant one.
Alas, it needed to be done.
The loveable little lab walked across the backyard with a due sense of dread and regret to Nose Marie's doghouse, silently praying that it wasn't going to be as bad as she expected.
Though that kind kf positive thinking couldn't alleviate the reality of things: it was.
She had done something pretty serious today. Even more than getting caught with her paw on the cookie jar or painting on the walls.
Her little heart pounded iinher chest as she paced closer to the fanciest-looking doghouse on the lot, knowing that she wasn't going there for more beauty tips from the southern belle canine, but for the opposite kind of feeling.
When she finally arrived, it took her a moment to work up the nerve to commence to something she was going to wish hadn't happened for the rest of her life.
A deep breath with shaking arms later, the golden pup bent her finger and hestitantly knocked on the door to where her vain but loving mother figure awaited.
*Knock knock*
She was hoping that she wasn't home, as unlikely as that-
"Get in." The boxer's voice called from the other side, already sending a chill down the pup's spine.
Her tail literally hung between her legs beneath her green skirt and she opened the door and fearfully walked inside.
Once she was in, the familiar surroundings on the older dog's room didn't do much to comfort her dour mood.
And the sight of Nose Marie herself sitting on the bed with her arms and legs both crossed, wearing a stern expression, only amplified those rightful concerning feelings.
She stopped herself when she stood right in front of the boxer, keeping her head low and her baby-blue eyes foxed o the floor.
"Bright Eyes." She simply said authoritatively.
The younger dog's eyes shut and her shoulders tensed up.
"Look at me, fer a start. You know I ain't sayin' this twice, missy." She sternly stated.
The labrador reluctantly obeyed, still shaking as her tear-filled eyes looked up at her.
Those wet peepers would've been enough to appeal to anyone's sense of sympathy, especially if they knew it was genuine. And the boxer would be lying if she said she wasn't swayed just a little.
But she knew she had a duty to do, and that meant disciplining the younger dogs when they messed up.
"Ya know why we're here, don't cha?" She asked in a tone that didn't have a hint of softness to it.
"Y- Yes, Nose M- Marie..." The younger dog stuttered out, her lip quivering as she held her arms together.
"And you know what yer gettin' for it?" The boxer followed up with the obvious.
The younger dog's response was to simply nod her head slowly and sadly.
"So. Tell me why ya got the right to be gettin' punished." She commanded.
The younger dog hesitated before answering.
"I-... I was bad..."
"How bad?" The older dog demanded a more detailed response.
"Really, really bad..."
"Why? Tell me exactly why."
"Be- Because I-" The little labrador's voice broke as tears started falling down her cheeks, her tail hanging limp and her shoulders trembling.
She knew what she did and how grave of an offense it was. Despite her youth, she was old enough to have known better, but chose to act on impulse anyway.
Nose Marie sighed in defeat, realising they were going to be here all day at this rate.
Instead of waiting and delaying the inevitable any further, she just uncrowded her arms & legs and set the latter flat on the bed sheets, handing off the edge for what was about to come.
"Save it." She announced, giving her lap a single firm pat as an instruction to get on with things. "Ya can think about it instead, while ah'm tanning yer rump."
Bright Eyes looked down at the floor again and bit her lip, knowing full well what that meant and that it was her own doing.
A deep breath and a silent prayer later, she hesitantly lifted her skirt and placed herself across her mother figure's thighs, exposing her bare bottom for the unwanted but necessary punishment.
Node Marie sighed internally as her little girl donned the position; she always hated having to do this, but her conscience wouldn't allow her not to.
"Ready?" She asked with a tone that didn't leave much room for debate.
Bright Eyes' response was a simple nod, her eyes clenched and her fingers digging into the bedsheets, awaiting her fate.
Even if she wasn't, it's not like she was going to be shown the mercy to prepare herself.
Without further ado, the boxer raised her hand and firmly smacked her palm against the labrador's rear.
SMACK
She let out a pained squeal at the impact, her bottom cheek already glowing red and starting to sting.
Another SMACK soon followed, this time from the other side, with no less force and no less discomfort.
SMACK
The sound and the sting were a lot alike, the only difference being that the latter was a lot more prominent, as only she could testify to.
"O- Owie! Please! I'm sorry!" She cried, trying and failing to keep her voice from breaking.
The boxer paid her no mind and went ahead with a fourth swat, this time a little bit higher, eliciting an even louder cry.
"Oww!"
The older canine sighed again and shook her head. "This is fer your own good, honey. Ya know that, right?"
"I- I know!" The younger dog sniffled. "G- Golly gee, this hurts! Can we please stop now?"
SMACK
"We're not stoppin' till you learn yer lesson, missy." She answered sternly.
SMACK
"OWWWIE!"
"Ah'm not gonna make ya count this time. We're gonna keep goin' until ah feel like the punishment fits the crime." The boxer told her with another firm smack on her backside.
"PLEASE STOP!" The labrador cried out, her whole body writhing and shaking on the older dog's lap.
SMACK
"P- PLEASE!" She begged, her legs flailing and kicking and her arms desperately scratching the bed.
This didn't seem to be helping her case; it only succeeding in enraging the older dog further, and making her take countermeasures for it.
She suddenly stopped the spanking for a moment, firmly pulling her even closer to her on her lap.
"Put yer legs down." She instructed bluntly, giving her a mad look as she helplessly sobbed on her.
She didn't dare argue or even protest, fearing it might anger her further, so she just did as she was told.
The boxer swiftly moved her leg out, wrapping it around the back of her own, holding them down in place to prevent her from kicking about or tensing her buttocks anymore, making her job a lot easier.
Bright Eyes quickly caught on, knowing that this horrible situation was only going to be made worse from this point.
"Arms." The southern boxer followed up, eliciting a confused look from the crying pup.
"H- Huh?" She sobbed, the tears streaming down her adorable face as she dared to look back.
"Ah said, arms!" The older dog snapped, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back, folding her hands into each other. "Don't make this worse fer yerself, Bright Eyes!"
She only sobbed more, feeling her arms and legs nearly completely immobile now, giving her no way to defend herself from the incoming continuation of her punishment, nor any chance of escaping.
"No! Please, Nose Marie, please!" She pleaded.
But the older dog wasn't going to budge, as her raised hand indicated.
SMACK
The poor little pup wailed in agony as her bottom was smacked again, over and over.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
"OWWWIIIEEE! P- PLEASE STOP!"
She tried desperately to kick her legs or move her arms or even her head, but it was no use; she couldn't get away from her punishment, leaving her there to have to take it like a big girl, whether she wanted to or not.
"Stop strugglin'!" Nose Marie snapped, giving her another sharp slap on her bright red backside. "Ya think ah wanna be here either!? It ain't fun fer me, either!"
The pup only continued to cry her poor heart out, feeling nothing but shame, regret and pain.
She never felt so much guilt and self-hatred as she did right now, as her mind raced with the terrible memories of how she had acted out of line, which was the reason for her being here now.
SMACK
"Now quit fidgitin', or we're startin' again!"
With all her strength and willpower, the poor, defeated dog trying to stop instinctively resisting, allowing the spanking to continue, which it did.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
The sound and the feeling kept getting harder and harder, her bottom cheeks stinging so bad, she could swear it was almost bleeding.
Her legs and arms were aching and she could barely feel them anymore, and her vision was getting blurry, her eyes and nose burning from the excessive crying and sniffling.
It wasn't long before the tears had gotten so much, they started making a little pool down to the floor, a sight that was pretty rare to any parent and/or misbehaved child, but it wasn't exactly an accomplishment to be something to be proud of, for either of them.
If she noticed, Nose Marie still didn't let up, giving her friend smack after whack after thwack on her tender backside, until her whole bottom was glowing as brighter than her eyes, and as red as the lipstick the older dog wore on her fanciest nights.
It didn't stop there, however; even if her bottom was hurting so much, the older dog wasn't finished with her.
Bright Eyes's screams were almost deafening, as her spanking went from her bottom, to the underside of her cheeks, and then to the middle, where most of the damage had been done.
"AAAHHH! S- ST- STOP IT! P- PLEASE! NO- NOSE M- MARIE!!"
The older dog's palm felt like it was stinging, as the younger's bottom did.
It wasn't until she decided the younger dog had had enough that she finally stopped, leaving the poor thing a sobbing wet mess on her lap.
Her backside was glowing bright red like a fire alarm and throbbing cartoonishly, stinging like an entire hive of wasps attacked her.
"There. That's what naughty pups get fer not behavin'." She said, sighing with a mix of regret of having to carry out the punishment, and satisfaction.
"Waaaahaaahaaahaaa! Owwwiiiieee! P- Please, no more!" The young pup wailed and pleaded.
The older dog rolled her eyes and let go of her arms and legs. "Ah'm not gonna spank ya anymore, hon. Yer done."
The younger dog slowly, painfully pushed herself up, and the moment she was off, she started rubbing her sore backside, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Owwwwwiieee! M- My bottom hurts!" She whimpered, her tail between her legs, her lip quivering and her baby blue eyes leaking profusely.
Nose Marie sighed and looked her little girl straight in her tear-filled eyes.
"Ya know why ah had ta do that, don't cha, honeypie?" She asked bluntly, crossing her arms.
"Y- Yes, Nose M- Marie..." The young pup sniffled, nodding her head and looking down at the ground, the shame and regret still very much evident on her face.
"Ah know y'all never had yer lil' ol' hide tanned that bad before, but what ya did earlier is mighty serious, sugarplum. If ah ever catch you tryin' anythin' like that again, Ah'm gonna have ta give ya more than a spankin', and you'll be feelin' a lot worse'n this. Ah can promise ya that now."
She only wept more and cringed at the thought of what she could do to her. For some reason, the thought of those hot stick things they used on cows came to mind, and she didn't want anything like that even suggested to her.
"You- You won't, Nose Marie! I p- pinky promise! Pl- Please, just no more spanking! It hurt so much!" She begged.
The boxer sighed and uncrossed her arms, opening them up for her.
"Alright, come here, honey lamb."
The little labrador happily obeyed, though not nearly as happy as she usually was, jumping right to her, hugging her tight and burrowing her tear-streaked face into her chest, still sniffling.
"It's okay, now, sugarplum. Ya had yer punishment, and now ya've learned yer lesson, ain't ya? You won't be doin' that again, will ya?"
"N- No, Nose Marie... I'm sorry..." The little girl wept, clinging on tight.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. Yer not gettin' another smack on yer bottom. Yer a good girl." The boxer assured her, holding her close.
"I am a good girl..." The labrador retorted, sounding very unsure.
"Of course y'are. Everyone at the lil' ol' pound loves Bright Eyes. Especially me." She cooed.
"You- You're not mad at me?" The pup sniffled, her arms tightening her grip around the boxer's neck.
"Of course ah am, honeybunch. Part o' me still thinks ya need ta learn, but ya've had enough punishment for one day. Ah ain't gonna make ya sit in the corner or nothin'."
"I'm super duper sorry, Nose Marie... I shouldn't have done what I did... And I won't do it again... Please forgive me, I promise I won't get in trouble anymore!" The little labrador wailed.
"Ah'm gonna hold ya to that, Bright Eyes. Y'hear me? Ya got yer lil' ol' rump tanned good, and ya ain't never gonna have a reason fer it to happen again, are ya?" The boxer warned, her voice firm but not loud or angry.
"N- No, nope! Not me! Never, ever, ever! I won't cause trouble ever again, promise! I- I'm sorry, Nose Marie!"
"Ah know, Bright Eyes. It's all over now." She assured, her tone becoming a little softer. "Would ya like some o' mah Aloe Vera cream? It'll make your tushie feel all better. "
"O- Okay, Nose Marie... I'd- I'd like that..." The little labrador sniffled, slowly letting go and looking up at her.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand, trying to dry the tears and get the snot out of her nose, though her efforts were only partly successful.
The boxer smiled and gently wiped her cheek with her finger, taking her hand.
