It was another sunny afternoon on 101 Dalmatian Street, and Dolly and Maggie were up to no good once again. For the past few weeks, Clarissa the Corgi had been parading around the neighborhood, flaunting her "pristine coat" and "royal heritage" in front of everyone, especially Dolly. After Clarissa's latest stunt—boasting about her "superior breeding" right to Dolly's face—Dolly decided she'd had enough. This called for a well-timed prank.
Her partner in crime? None other than her girlfriend, Maggie, the graceful and cunning Italian Greyhound, whose quiet charm had an uncanny way of amplifying Dolly's bold antics. Maggie, who usually played it cool, couldn't resist the thrill of one-upping Clarissa. Together, they were a perfect team.
"So, what's the plan, babe?" Maggie asked, glancing at Dolly with an excited glint in her eye.
Dolly held up a small, glitter-filled balloon she'd rigged just for this moment. "The idea? A little extra shine for Clarissa," she whispered with a grin. "Nothing too crazy—just a quick 'spritz' as she walks by. But I bet she'll hate it."
Maggie chuckled, eyes sparkling. "I love it. She'll be mad for days."
The two hid behind a nearby bush, waiting for Clarissa to strut into position. Just as Clarissa pranced past, Dolly and Maggie leapt out, holding the glitter bomb right above her head and giving it a squeeze. Glitter rained down over Clarissa, shimmering in the sunlight and covering her fur in a vibrant, sparkly mess.
Clarissa froze, horror-stricken, as she realized what had just happened. "What… WHAT IS THIS?" she shrieked, shaking her fur wildly as glitter scattered everywhere. "Do you know how long it'll take to wash this out? This is… absolutely undignified!"
Dolly and Maggie were howling with laughter, practically rolling on the ground at the sight. Clarissa's outraged expression was priceless, and even Maggie, usually so collected, could barely keep her balance from laughing so hard.
But their laughter was cut short by a familiar voice, low and firm.
"Dolly! Maggie!"
The two pranksters froze, looking up to see Delilah standing on the sidewalk with her arms folded and a distinctly unimpressed look on her face.
"Oh… hey, Mom," Dolly said, trying to hide her grin.
"Inside. Now," Delilah said, gesturing toward the house. The humor drained from Dolly's face as she exchanged a sheepish look with Maggie.
*
Back inside, Delilah sat them down in the den, looking at them with a mix of disappointment and amusement. "Alright, girls," she began, "I understand wanting to have fun, and I know Clarissa can be… well, difficult. But pranking the neighbors with glitter? You're both smarter than that."
Dolly's grin reappeared, though she quickly tried to cover it, while Maggie sat primly beside her, attempting an innocent expression. They both knew they'd gone a bit too far, but the whole thing was just too funny to regret.
"Oh, I see," Delilah said, noticing the smirks they were trying to hide. "You think this is funny?"
The girls exchanged glances but stayed silent, waiting for what Delilah would say next.
"Well," Delilah continued, folding her arms, "I think a little lesson in manners is in order. If you're going to act like mischievous pups, I'll treat you like it."
Delilah led Dolly to the sofa, helped her get onto it and then made her lay down across the arm of the sofa, and held her down, her grip firm yet gentle, ensuring that her daughter understood the seriousness of the moment. Dolly's heart raced as she glanced up at her mother, confusion and apprehension swirling in her mind. Before she could voice her protest, a sudden sharp smack echoed in the room, landing squarely on her rear. The unexpected sting made Dolly yelp, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as embarrassment washed over her.
"Mom, please!" she managed to squeak out, but her words were drowned by the rhythm of the spanking that followed.
Each strike was deliberate, a mix of discipline and frustration, and with every hit, Dolly felt a wave of emotions crash over her—pain, humiliation, and a desperate need for understanding. She squirmed, trying to escape the relentless smacks, but her mother held her firmly in place, a reminder that this was not just a moment of punishment but a lesson meant to be learned.
With each spank, Dolly's yelps turned into soft whimpers, her body instinctively reacting to the discomfort. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, a mixture of physical pain and emotional turmoil. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she cried out, hoping to convey her remorse, but the sound of her own voice only seemed to amplify the gravity of the situation.
Delilah paused for a moment, her heart heavy as she looked down at her daughter. She knew this was difficult for both of them, but she believed in the importance of teaching responsibility and respect. "Dolly, this is for your own good," she said softly, her voice steady but filled with compassion. "I need you to understand the consequences of your actions."
Dolly nodded, her mind racing as she processed her mother's words amidst the lingering sting. She wanted to be good, to make her mom proud, but in that moment, all she could feel was the overwhelming mix of emotions that came with being a child learning hard lessons.
Once she was done, Delilah then turned to Maggie, who had watched with wide eyes and nodded.
After allowing her daughter to get up and leap off, Delilah got Maggie to get onto the couch and take Dolly's place lying across the arm of the couch. Delilah raised her paw and gave the Italian Greyhound the same treatment, swatting her rump firmly and repeatedly.
Delilah watched as her thoroughly embarrassed and sore daughter finally got up and jumped off the couch, her cheeks still flushed. She tried hard to hide her embarrassment as she made her way back to her original spot.
With a gentle smile, Delilah turned her attention to Maggie, who was nervously sitting where she was, her wide eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route. Delilah could see the apprehension in Maggie's posture, the way her small frame seemed to shrink into itself. "Come on, sweetie," Delilah coaxed, her voice warm and inviting. "It's okay. Just take your punishment like a good pup."
Maggie hesitated for a moment, glancing at the empty space where her girlfriend had just been, then slowly made her way over. Delilah watched as Maggie settled into the plush cushions, her body still tense but her expression softening as she felt the comfort of the couch envelop her. Delilah knew that a little encouragement was all Maggie needed to feel at ease. With a gentle yet firm motion, Delilah raised her paw, and quickly delivered the same firm swats to Maggie's rear that she had given to Dolly earlier. Maggie squealed in surprise as the area below her tail was repeatedly smacked. She wouldn't be surprised if it a visible paw print was left behind.
Maggie paused, her gaze lingering on the vacant spot where her girlfriend had just been, before she cautiously approached. The air felt heavy with unspoken words, and the remnants of their earlier conversation hung like a fog around her. Delilah observed as Maggie sank into the soft cushions, her body still taut with tension, every muscle coiled as if ready to spring. The plush fabric seemed to swallow her whole, yet it offered no comfort; instead, it amplified the unease that had settled in her chest. With a swift motion, Delilah lifted her paw and delivered a series of sharp swats to Maggie's backside, mirroring the earlier treatment of Dolly. The sound echoed in the quiet room, a sharp crack that sliced through the stillness. Maggie yelped in shock, her eyes widening as a mix of surprise and discomfort flooded her senses. Each strike sent a jolt through her, igniting a fire that spread across her fur. She wouldn't be shocked if a vivid red paw print was left on her fur when it was all over, a stark reminder of the unexpected turn of events. Maggie's heart raced, a wild drumbeat in her chest as she processed what was happening. The initial shock morphed into a swirl of emotions—embarrassment, shame, and a strange thrill that she couldn't quite place.
Both girls were left standing there, blushing and feeling the heat radiating from their backsides, a reminder of Delilah's discipline. It wasn't enough to blister—but enough to leave them both feeling a little embarrassed.
Their rump felt so hot in fact that Dolly decided to bring over two buckets filled with ice for them to sit in, making steam rise from the buckets as they both let out sighs of relief.
Delilah crossed her front limbs and gave them a once-over. "There then. Maybe this will help you remember to keep your pranks in check."
Dolly and Maggie looked at each other, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration on their faces.
"Yes, ma'am," Dolly managed to say with a gulp.
"Yes, Mrs. Delilah," Maggie added.
Delilah nodded, seeming satisfied, and let them go with a final warning glance.
*
As soon as the two stepped outside, Maggie leaned close to Dolly, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You know something?" she said, her voice low and teasing. "I think I actually… enjoyed that."
Dolly smirked, her tail giving a playful wag. "You know what? I think I did too," she admitted, glancing back and wincing as she noticed just how pink her own rump was.
Maggie laughed, leaning over to inspect Dolly's "battle wounds" with a mock-serious look. "Wow," she said, cocking her head. "I think your spots are looking extra 'rosy' back here."
Dolly's eyes gleamed as she turned to return the favor, taking in Maggie's equally flushed backside. "Oh, you're one to talk," she teased. "I think you've got some spots of your own! One even looks like my Mom's pawprint!"
Maggie chuckled, swishing her tail with a dramatic flick. "Well, if the redness ever fades, maybe we could… refresh it?" She gave Dolly a playful hip bump, her grin widening. "You know, just to keep things interesting."
Dolly raised an eyebrow, giving her a playful side-eye. "Oh, is that a challenge, Miss Greyhound?" she asked, laughing as she gave Maggie's rear a gentle swat with her tail.
Maggie laughed, holding up a paw in mock surrender. "Only if you're up for it, Miss Dalmatian."
They shared a laugh, tails wagging as they strolled down the sidewalk. As the two headed toward the park, Dolly gave Maggie a playful hip bump, leaning close to murmur, "Next time we plan a prank, maybe we should keep it 'just between us.'"
Maggie chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Agreed. And maybe we'll find a few… fun reasons to get ourselves in a little bit of trouble."
They exchanged one last grin, each secretly wondering what kind of "trouble" they could cook up next, as they walked off into the afternoon sun, their laughter echoing down the street.
