Free Pets: Bach's Story by Darla Phelps Page A

he lashed into her with strong and angry strokes, the leash raising welts upon welts from the top of her bottom to the middle of her thighs.
    “Don’t you ever,” he bit out, punctuating each word with a snap of the leash, “run out into the road like that again!”
    He barely heard her shrill wails as he whipped her, but the comment that did finally sink through the anger to his ears came from a perfect stranger. The woman turned up her nose as she stomped past him. “Shameful conduct! To beat the little beast so!”
    Bach flung the leash down on the sidewalk. He grabbed the scruff of her dress and hauled her upright again, jerking her yellow, ruffled panties back into place.
    Pani immediately grabbed the back of her underwear. Through gritted teeth, she hissed breath after pain-filled breath. Her hot bottom all but sizzled, and he knew the scrape of elastic against the purpling welts couldn’t have been comfortable, but he folded his arms across his chest and glared down at her, a veritable mountain of disapproval.
    “You, young lady,” he growled when she peeked sadly up at him, “will either learn how to mind, or be one very sorry, very sore little pet sitting down.”
    He buckled the collar around her neck and dragged her back into the store, with her fighting the leash every step of the way. As he paid for his purchases, he picked up the stretch kit and opened it.
    “It’s obvious I gave you too many privileges too soon,” he said as he removed the instructions. He opened them, skimming the page for how the inserts should be used, then picked one up. He turned it over in his fingers, examining the penis-shaped plug from all sides. “Well, that’s all going to change as of right now. You need a routine, Pani.”
    Holding onto the leash with both hands, she looked from the plug in his hand to him, her eyes wide and salty tears still flowing down both cheeks.
    “A regular disciplinary routine will do a wild sprite like you a world of good.” He replaced the implant and snapped the kit shut again. “When we get home tonight, my naughty little miss, discipline is exactly what you are going to get.”

Chapter Five
    “Since I can’t trust you not to run away,” Bach said as he tightened the straps around her legs, “you’re going to be kept on a very short and confining leash.”
    Pani moaned into her gag, but she couldn’t move to protest. He’d tied her legs and waist, bent over the back of a cushioned hair. Her feet dangled off the ground by a good six to eight inches, and he’d slipped a pillow beneath her hips to protect them from the bruising bite of the wooden back. Her arms were completely encased from her fingertips to above her elbows in a black leather sleeve, which bound her forearms parallel to one another behind her back.
    “You’re going to have to prove to me that you can be a good girl, before I give you a little freedom back.”
    He fetched a bottle of soothing lotion from the bathroom to rub into her bottom. The leash had definitely done it’s job. Her wounded flesh was hot to the touch and her muscles tightened—the only movement she could manage—as he massaged the lotion into plum-colored welts, some as thick as his smallest finger. It had to hurt; she moaned almost continuously, tossing her head and rapidly blinking back tears when he touched the worst of them. But Bach continued to rub until her quivering bottom was slick and slippery beneath his hand.
    She twisted her face back, her grey eyes pleading with him to stop, but he ignored her.
    “Pani has been a naughty girl,” he told her implacably. “And Pani is going to bear the consequences of her actions. But, first things first…”
    He went to the bathroom, returning a short time later with a shallow pan. Narrow and long, he inserted the cold metal between her splayed thighs and held it just beneath her hips.
    “All right, now,” he said. “Go potty.”
    She only whimpered, her taut muscles straining at her