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"Average Day"
   by author name withheld on request
   

I wake up curled in a corner, shivering despite the blanket that
was thrown to me. My mistake last night weighs heavy on my mind
as I crawl to Master in His bed.  I rest my chin on the bed's
edge until He wakes up.  I can tell he is still mad, but I hope
to correct myself this morning.

Master gets out of bed, and I rush to start breakfast while He
showers. Today is a work day, so I know to make a light
breakfast. It is done just as He enters the kitchen and sits at
the table.  Placing His food in front of Him, I hope for a good
word.

When I get none, I am content to clean up the dishes. Somehow,
because of my mistake last night, I know He will not take me to
work today. That means the house must be perfect when He comes
home. I begin to prioritize my tasks in the day ahead.

Today will be spent trying to atone for last night.  I wonder if
sleeping alone will be my only punishment. Probably not, I decide
while doing the morning dishes. Sure enough, Master tells me He
will be home for dinner. He tells me what He wants served and
then departs, coat over His arm.

Even when He is gone, Master's presence is a powerful one in this
house.  Each task is done slowly, methodically to exactly how He
showed He wanted it done.  I can not skip a single step, because
Master will know.

I still wonder at the few quirks Master has. My mind roams over
how they might have come about as I move through the house.
Laundry is put in the washer. While the machine works, I dust and
vacuum the house. Smiling, I also wonder how many carpets Master
has gone through.  As if in answer, I run over my toe with the
machine and spend a few seconds hopping on one foot. Sticking my
tongue out at the machine, I decide I don't like its answer of,
none of your business.

Realizing my continued punishment might well be to go hungry for
the day, I drink extra water to fill my stomach. After carefully
washing the glass, it rejoins the others back in the cupboard.

Before transferring the clothes, I carefully clean the lid of the
washer. Again wondering at Master's quirks. While the clothes are
drying, I sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Halfway through, I
chew myself out for forgetting to make the bed. I finish the
floor anyway.

My next task becomes the bedroom. Making the bed, I hospital
corner the sheets. Master never showed me this, but it is
ingrained habit from my hotel days. I check for dirty clothes and
put them in their place.  Again the vacuum runs as I hum whatever
songs come to mind. The bathroom is next. Where I wipe out the
tub and shower with bleach water. The toilet gets a quick rinse
with the water left in the bucket from the tub. After stowing the
bucket, I wash my hands. Then I decide to brush my teeth even
though I haven't eaten anything.  I also brush my hair and pull
it back into a pony tail. Once my hair has stopped annoying me
for the day, I clean the sink and vanity. Before I leave the
bathroom, the mirror and floor get a quick check.

The grit on my feet makes me decide to sweep and mop this room as
well. I am curious as to how this much dirt got on the floor in
the first place. Using a hand broom in the smaller area takes
about as long as a stand up broom in the kitchen. I use a rag to
mop the floor.

My mind seems stuck on one particular song, so I force myself to
find another to hum. Looking at the clock, I have about three
hours until Master comes home. The dryer is not done, so I grab a
school book and curl up on the couch to read my assignment.
Setting a mental alarm clock for fifteen minutes, I sigh as I dig
into the boring material. "Do business majors really need all
this?"  I ask silently before I honestly begin to read.

Glancing up, I can see my alarm clock needs tuning. Thirty
minutes have passed. "Wow, that stuff was really slow!" I heave
myself out of the couch and put the book away. I am lucky, the
dryer is still turning.

I check the clothes and carefully fold or hang them up as needed.
I notice that my mind has once again settled on the same song,
and mentally growl before choosing another. With about an hour
left, I begin the dinner Master has ordered. Looking at the
recipe, I frown. Unsure if I can handle this one, I take a deep
breath and read everything again.

Attentively, I pull all of the ingredients from their places and
line them up on the counter. After double checking those as well,
I set the oven to the stated temperature. Washing my hands with
extra care, I delay the start of this task. With one last deep
breath, I begin to make the meal. I am afraid to ruin it.

When I have reached the last ingredient and followed the last
direction, I stare at the dish in front of me with trepidation
and a little amazement. "Well, that wasn't too hard. Wonder what
it will taste like?"  I shove it into the oven and set the timer.

"It will be late to the table," I realize as I glance once again
to the clock. Mentally kicking myself, I set the table. I
hesitate, unsure if I will be eating with Master or not. "Best
not to assume," I decide only setting one place.

My last few moments alone are spent nervously checking dinner,
taking out the ponytail and brushing my hair. When Master steps
through the door, I wait in view by the kitchen. I want to hug
and smell Him to see if I can figure out where He has been today.
I also feel regret at not being able to go to work with Him
today.

I can see Him smell for the dinner in the oven. He hangs His coat
by the door and looks at me. My eyebrows go up and I wonder what
He wishes.

"The house looks good," He steps away from the door and into the
living room. There He can see dinner is not on the table, but I
am saved from harsh words by the buzzer on the oven. Master sits
to remove His shoes, while I give a silent "Thank you" to
whatever higher power intervened for me.

The dish awaits on the table while Master goes to the bathroom
and cleans up. I stand in the kitchen by the hallway and wait
quietly for him, once again nervous that I might have failed the
recipe.

"Are you eating?" Master asks as He sits at the table. Relieved,
I set a place for myself. My stomach grumbles noisily as I wait
for Master to finish dishing His portion. Forcing myself to
slowness, I take but a small share. I know He will allow seconds
if I am not too piggish with my first helping.

I space every bite with a sip of water. I also watch Master for
any hint of what may be in store tonight. I am slightly worried
when I get no indication. Dinner is silent and I know that He
still debates on last night's mistake.

Dinner is finished and Master goes to the computer while I clean
up. Over dishes, I try and reevaluate the mistake.  I know I
deserve a correction, but am uncertain how hard of one will come.
After drying my hands, I get Master a refill on His drink and put
it where instructed. I begin to curl up next to Him when He
abruptly tells me, "No." Startled, I look at Him as He finishes
on the computer. After shutting it down, He turns to me and
quietly searches my features for a minute.

This long minute increases my tension and I force myself to
loosen my clenched jaw.

Master rises and makes His way to the couch. There He lays down,
snaps his fingers and points to the floor. Quickly, I walk to
where indicated and lay down, chin resting by His hand on the
couch. My breasts begin to tingle and I have an idea of what
might happen next. Master lifts His upper body onto His elbows
and I quickly slide under Him. His head rests on my legs and my
breasts hang above His face. I feel a tongue dart out and circle
a nipple. It rises and stands ready. I gasp when Master takes it
roughly into His mouth and begins to suck hard.  Closing my eyes
until my body readjusts to the feelings I run my hands through
Master's hair.

Master's eyes close and His sucking becomes rhythmic as the milk
begins to flow. In minutes that breast hangs empty and Master
does the same with the other. This time, before He pulls off,
Master gives a gentle nip that makes me yelp a little.

I wonder how His stomach can handle all of this as I keep my
hands moving though His hair and over His body.  I can also feel
myself getting very wet and aroused. A cautious glance shows that
Master is aroused as well. Suppressing a smile, I wait for the
next command. I bend to nuzzle Master and He pulls away from me.

Hurt, I wonder if now is time for my punishment. Master is
wearing a belt and He indicates that He wants it taken off. He
pulls off His shirt while I argue with His belt and, on further
orders, His pants.

I am left kneeling beside Master as He watches from above me.
"All right, pup, let's finish your lesson." He walks to the
bedroom and I crawl after.

If I had a tail, it would be tightly tucked right now, I think as
I follow.

Once in the bedroom, Master has me close the door.  He is sitting
on the bed when I turn and face Him, still on all fours. My heart
beats a little faster and I feel like hiding my head under my
hands. Instead, I crawl to Master's feet and press my forehead
into His knee. He lays a gentle hand on my head and I allow
myself to halfway relax. Master then orders me to fetch the
leather flogger. I stiffen and deliberately crawl to where the
tools are hidden. Picking up the requested item with my teeth I
again crawl back to Master.

"Tell me what you did wrong last night," Master orders as He
takes the flogger from me. I swallow and whine, afraid to repeat
the mistake. A small smile comes to Master's lips. "You know your
mistake last night?" He questions. I sense He is testing and
simply whine again. "Speak, puppy, speak," the command cuts
through the bedroom. I whine and then bark. I can feel my face
getting red, but am determined not to screw up this time. Master
is pleased, and I let my guard down a little more. He runs His
hand through my hair and gives it a little tug before letting the
lock go. He then orders me to fetch something else from the tool
pile. This continues for a while, each fetch broken by the
command to speak. I feel like playing tug-of-war, but am afraid
Master will see no joy in the game. So I make myself hand each
requested item over gently and promptly. When I slip and retrieve
the wrong item, or have difficulty carrying it with only my
mouth, Master is prompt with the flogger. I feel its sting three
or four times on my back, butt or legs for each offence. Each
time I yip and correct myself. After the hiding place is empty,
Master has me return each item. This time I must place them
properly away using only my teeth and face. I find this a little
more difficult and the flogger lands several more times. I am
lightly sweating from concentration when the last ordered item is
replaced.

I return to Master's feet at His call. He orders me to face away
from Him and I can feel the head of His hard-on dig into my legs
as He kneels behind me. Unsure of which passage Master wishes, I
lower my upper body to my elbows to make either easier to enter.

Master starts with my pussy, which He enters with a jab. I almost
jump and a change my moan to a whine. Master's hands move up and
down my body and I brace against His thrusts. I can feel myself
sliding along the carpet and am not sure how to stop.

Aroused, I begin to work my hips, which does not help the sliding
one bit. My sensations are dampened by my worry about the
movement away from Master.

Abruptly, Master switches tracks and enters my back passage.
Again I force myself to whine and not speak.  I can feel Master
is close to cumming, and have pressed my head into the floor to
try and stop my forward slide. As Master starts to cum, I push
back into Him with my arms. When He is done, He lets His limp
member fall from me. He kneels there a few moments longer and I
stay still, unsure of what He wants next.

Master shakes His head and stands, "Think it is time for a
shower." Remembering just in time that I am a puppy, I crawl
quickly to the bathroom in front of Master. I am hesitant, "I
normally start our joint showers, but how is a dog supposed to do
that?" Feeling better to error on the side of caution, I sit and
eye Master. Master is watching me. "Wonderful," I think, knowing
He wants me to figure this out.

"Well dogs do use their paws to open and close doors," I think to
myself as I raise a fist to the lever. Cold water spurts from the
tap. Using my teeth I pull the knob that shifts it to the shower
head. Using my nose, and half in the tub, I adjust the water so
it is comfortable. Task accomplished, I look expectantly at
Master.

Master simply tests the water and climbs in past me. On His
command I crawl into the shower with Him.  Another dilemma
presents itself, "How am I supposed to help wash Him as a dog?"
The thought of soap in my mouth follows right on the heels of the
first. Blech, I mentally spit. Master is already working His hair
and I know I had better figure something out fast. I hear Him
chuckle as I pull the washcloth from its hook with my teeth and
paw the soap on to it. Using my "paws", I soap the washcloth on
my knees while sheltering it from the shower spray. That done, I
let the soap fall to the floor of the shower and debate my next
move.

Deciding quickly, I use my teeth to loop the washcloth over my
fist and, trying not to spit from the taste of the soap, use that
fist to work the cloth up and around Master's body. I can't reach
all of Him, but am afraid to stand.

Master's eyes are laughing as He takes the washcloth from me. He
finishes what I could not reach and then orders me to get Him the
soap.

I hope I turned away fast enough for Him not to see my distaste
and annoyance. Grateful that the bar is not as big as it could be
I steel myself and take it in my mouth. Master again chuckles at
my face when I drop the bar into His cloth covered hands. I work
on directing the drool from the soap down the drain as Master
quickly re-soaps the cloth. He drops it onto my face when I turn
it to the spray to try and clean out my mouth.

"Finish yourself and hurry," He commands, stepping out of the
shower. Still on my knees, I wash myself off and spit several
times into the drain after swishing water around my mouth. When
done, I crawl out onto the mat. Catching Master's eye, I quickly
shake my head sending water everywhere. "Hey, stop that!" Master
bellows and drops a heavy towel onto me before I can get the
steam up to shake again. I feel the sting of His hand on my rear
through the thick cotton and wonder if I pushed my fun a little
too far.  A real dog would do the same thing, I rationalized
knowing that, while valid, the reason might not set well with
Master. With no other ideas on how to get dry, I flopped over
onto my back and began rubbing all of me into the towel as it now
lay on the floor.

Master gives me a quick swat on my butt as I pushed myself back
to my hands and knees and peered at Him through my now tangled
hair. "I think it is time for bed.  We have an early day
tomorrow," Master says heading back to the bedroom.

Again I hesitate; the bathroom is a mess. Sighing, I grab the
towel in my teeth and drag it to the laundry room. Then, still
crawling, I return to the bedroom. Master is in bed, His back to
me. I lay my chin on the bed and whine at Him.  When I get no
response, I put my elbows on the bed and nuzzle Master's arm.

"Get up here," He growls.

Happy, I slide into bed with Him.

"At my feet," He instructs.

A little disappointed, I move to the bottom of the bed, staying
under the covers. I hear Master's muffled, "Good night," before
drifting off to sleep. My dreams focus on what may happen
tomorrow and what has happened today. I do not sleep deeply,
waking whenever Master moves.  I rest, getting ready to fill
Master's future wishes.


                        -- The End --


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