Delilah's Dog Days

"Hya! T-that's cold!" Delilah yelped as Matthew sprayed her down with the garden hose, only earning a sharp spank on her ass as Matthew punishes her so casually.

"I've told you before... and until you learn-" he says as he intentionally sprays the cold water directly onto Delilah's bare, faintly-puffy pussy which only makes her yelp again, "-I will keep punishing you for speaking, Bitch. You don't get to talk unless I allow it." He says sternly.

But... something's off. He's... angry, I think. And not at me this time. Delilah thinks to herself as she lets out another yelp and squirms.

The 18-year-old was still on all fours, as expected of her current situation, and trying to keep herself calm as Matthew hosed her down, washing off all the dried urine from Catherine and the more fresh stuff from Whiskey. Add to that the general dirt and grime of being on all fours for the day and the dog cum dried on her face and Matthew had a bit of work to do on her.

Matthew gets in close and kneels down, letting the water splash harmlessly on Delilah's calves as he lifts and pins the soggy tail to the small of her back, attached to her by the butt plug buried in her rectum. He then aims the water at her left foot, making her shift it outwards as she lets out a low whine. "Keep your feet spread. I don't want you trying to hide that pussy. You're my pet and my responsibility to clean... and it's your job to be a good bitch. After all, you know what happens if you don't."

He's... such an asshole. Delilah thinks before she lets out a sudden scream. "YEEK! S-stop-!"

Matthew's hand was already in motion by the time she started to speak and struck her ass and left a bright red imprint on her bare, water-chilled, damp skin, making her shriek again to which Matthew gripped her ass cheek tightly. "We'll keep this up until you learn, Bitch. I'm sure not keeping track of how many times I have to spank you... and if this keeps up we'll graduate to the belt."

Delilah stiffens at that suggestion and turns her head as Matthew brings the hose up, spraying the brisk water over her lower half. Her skin was rippled into goosebumps from the chill and Delilah was left praying this would end fast.

And, watching the whole thing, was Whiskey.

A few paces away, likely worried about getting a bath himself, the German Shepherd had placed himself between Delilah and the entrance of the house; the last place he'd seen Catherine.

What... is he really defending me from her? Did he not like it when she... there's no way... Delilah thinks to herself as she feels Matthew bring the hose to bear on her back and sprays underneath her prone-facing torso, splashing her bare breasts and making her flinch and glare at him but this time she manages to keep her vocalizations to soft whimpers and grunts instead of punishment-earning speech. But all the while, Whiskey's attention was fixed on her, only occasionally perking up to glance around for what was likely perceived threats. Maybe if he thought Matthew was a problem... he'd lend a hand. Or, paw...

Matthew finally reaches Delilah's head and crouches down beside the girl. "Close your eyes... you're a mess up here. Your muzzle's all sticky." He mutters as he grips her chin and hits her face with "glancing" sprays of the hose, just getting her wet as she squirms against him, squeezing her eyes shut as he rinses her face and hair off. Once she was a thoroughly wet, dripping mess, Matthew sets the hose down in the grass and stands to go and fetch a bucket beside the tap on the side of the house.

Delilah coughs and sputters, shaking her head out and sending water flicking each way as her wet hair whips back and forth and comes to hang down around her face as she droops her head, panting quietly from being groped, manhandled, and washed like an animal.

What... the hell am I doing here...? I could just... run. I could get away. I don't have to put up with this. And then she looks up at Matthew returning with the bucket. His rolled-up sleeves, those black slacks, his rigid jawline and lightly greying hair. He was such an unassuming man, the kind of guy every divorced middle-aged woman secretly fantasizes about. The one that jealous husbands envy and even more jealous and depressed housewives spread rumors of. I guess the rumors are true... it's just that they're way weirder than anyone thinks!

Delilah flinches as he drops the bucket beside her and squeezes in a healthy amount of animal soap before filling the bucket with the hose. He reaches in and pulls out a sponge and brush-glove, fitting the glove onto his hand and dunking it in the water before reaching up to rake the rubber bristles through her hair. He works slowly at first, pulling through knots and tangles and making Delilah squeak and grunt at the light pain.

"You're such a mess, Bitch... but what else can one expect from a pet like you?" He chides as he washes out her hair, suds building up as he lathers in more animal shampoo. Delilah seethes quietly as he keeps talking, his tone softening only slightly as clearly he had other matters on his mind. "But you'd better have learned something today... Whiskey seems to like you and I don't want to see you get corrected. I won't stop him from doing so. Far as I'm concerned-" he says, pausing as he rubs soap in and around Delilah's ears, rinsing it out quickly before tugging her ear up to force her to listen, "-you're just his bitch and you need to act like it. Anything less and... well, you're not stupid." He releases her ear and resumes washing. He brings the glove to bear on her plug tail, rinsing out the dried urine and pussy juice with his gloved hand while holding the plug in her ass with the other, making her clench and whimper as it tugs sharply against her sphincter with each brushing draw of his hand until he was satisfied it was clean.

F-fuck... that stings so badly... Delilah whines internally as her rectum aches from the repeated tugs and pushes on the steel plug in her body. And... worse...-

Matthew discards the glove into the lawn before dragging his fingers across her pussy lips, lifting up to give her cunt a little spank before pulling his hand away, smirking at her as he spreads his fingers and displays a thin coating of slick pussy juices.

It's making me so fucking wet... and I know it shouldn't! It's a natural response! He's going to take it the wrong way! My body's just-

"A natural reaction. Good Bitch." Matthew says, his tone praising her for the first time since getting outside.

Not even a hint of sarcasm behind it... he meant it. Or was he praising me for being wet? Does he think I like this? Delilah stares back at Matthew as he fetches the wash glove from the grass and drops it in the bucket before pulling a sponge out of the bucket.

"Almost done... finally." He grunts as he steps over and pushes one hand underneath her chin, making her raise her head and look him in the eye as he brings the sudsy sponge to her cheek and scrubs it across her damp face.

"Mmnf!" Delilah grunts, refusing to give him reason to get his belt out but it was not a soft sponge! The semi-abrasive texture felt like sandpaper on her skin as each swipe and swab scraped the gunk and re-hydrated slime off her face but left her skin a little pink and sore. Gritting her teeth, Delilah clenched her fingers into the grass and squeezed her eyes shut as Matthew made sure to get every centimeter of her face before moving on. He moved to her side and grabbed her collar beneath her hair draping onto her shoulder blades as she had her head up, panting and huffing from the dull ache in her face. She whines and whimpers softly as he brushes her bare skin down, paying less attention to the larger areas of her body and using broad strokes but as he reaches blindly under her chest he scrubs a bit more intentionally and forcefully, pressing into her breasts hard enough to make them ache and cause her to lift a hand and reach only to be immediately chastised.

"Keep that paw down, Bitch. Stay still or I'll make you sleep outside tonight staked to the lawn."

Delilah freezes up as she heard his threat. And when he didn't elaborate further on what it meant... well, she wasn't keen to find out what he meant. Deciding that obedience was her least painful choice now, Delilah stiffly forces her hand back down to the grass and lets Matthew grope and sponge her tits to his satisfaction. But, clearly, he wasn't...

He's not getting off on this... or, well, he is but not from touching my tits! Delilah thinks. And why does that make me... kind of disappointed? I mean, look at me, I'm a picture-perfect girl any guy would love to fuck... and he's just-

"Gyuh!" She grunts and shifts forward, raising her head and turning to Matthew as her thoughts had caused her to lose track of him and that sponge and to feel it suddenly scrape over her pussy got her attention again.

Not wanting her to move, however, Matthew grips her collar tighter and shoves her head down to nearly force her face into the lawn and holds her there for a moment. He leans over as he presses the sponge even harder into her cunt and speaks low and forcefully. "Keep your head down, Bitch... I don't want to say it again." Matthew starts to slowly rub and scrub the sponge over Delilah's, shamefully, dripping pussy lips and bumps into her tail plug with each stroke. "Keep that ass up so I can finish this little bath and send you and Whis to the lawn to dry off. I have to talk with Cathy..."

What the hell does that mean!? Delilah ponders as he holds her head down until he was sure she was going to keep it down on her own. She does, and Matthew releases her collar and stands up, stretching his back for a moment before reaching back to tug her tail up and bend over, looking directly at her soap-covered cunt and scrubs the sponge over it one more time before running it up and down her thighs, over her calves, and even moving over to lift each foot and completely wipe off her feet. Once his human pet was completely covered in soap and suds, Matthew tosses the sponge back into the bucket and grabs the hose and sprays her down once again.

"H-he-hyeeh!" Delilah whines, managing to bite her tongue on calling him out for suddenly spraying her down again. Anything to keep him from hitting her again. He'd been getting more forceful with each punishment! She wasn't forgetting being flipped upside down on the couch and having her cunt spanked any time soon...

Matthew lets the water linger on her body, rising off the suds before squatting down to tilt her body and spray her underside off before finally running the hose over her scalp, rinsing out her hair and finishing with a final spray to her plug tail. She was shivering from the heat-sapping cold, twitching as her wet tail swung heavily and yanked on the plug and, knowing he'd punish her for dropping it, clenched on the body-warmed metal plug to keep it from falling out.

Panting heavily, Delilah looks up at Matthew as he packs up the washing equipment and coils up the hose. He plants both hands on his hips as he stares at his naked, dripping, soaked pet and nods with a huff. "Hff, good. Now you know what your baths will be like from now on. At least as long as you're ill-behaved. If you're a good girl, I might wash you down in the bath tub upstairs. We'll see. Whiskey! Heel." He barks his order and Whiskey hops up from his guarding position to race over to Matthew. He sits down and stares up at his master as Delilah looks at the excited canine. Matthew points at Delilah. "Guard." He then looks at Delilah as Whiskey turns slowly, staring with much more intensity. "Go dry yourself off in the sun, Bitch. I'll get you in time for dinner. I need to sort some things out..."

Is... what the hell is he going to do to that cunt Cathy? Delilah asks herself as she looks up from her position on all fours. But he's not waiting for a response. He turns and strides off to the house and Whiskey, obedient dog he sometimes is, paces right to Delilah and gets close, sniffing and inspecting her.

"W-whis..." Delilah whispers as Matthew walks into the house and shuts the door behind him. She hears a little clack of a lock and knows he's not permitting her back in the house except for that dog door. "Whiskey-mmf, hey... stop." She mumbles as Whiskey pokes and bumps her with his nose. His tail was wagging a bit more eagerly now that he was alone with her. "J-just... don't go pissing on me again. That was so gross." She says, complaining to an non-sentient canine as if it would make any different. She turns slowly as he keeps bumping and almost trying to herd her and makes for a sunny spot in the lawn. "C'mon Whiskey... let's-hey!" She jolts suddenly as Whiskey grabs her by the hair, his mouth catching the black portion of her shoulder-length hair and dragging her head back. "WHISKEY!" She yelps, forced to go along with the canine's powerful tugging as he digs his paws into the grass and pulls. On all fours, all human fours, Delilah stood no chance to his equivalent weight and honed muscle. "Mmnf! Whis... okay, okay!" She belts out as he pulls, dragging her in a stumbling crawl away from where she had intended and towards the pool instead. As Delilah began to comply, Whiskey turns slightly and walks somewhat sideways, walking Delilah like he was guiding a puppy to a large outdoor dog bed set up among the loungers beside the pool and tugs her onto it, sitting down in an upright position as he finally releases Delilah's hair.

Looking at her new required sitting position, Delilah feels a blush on her cheeks as she realized she had zero recourse against Whiskey. He'd dragged her to this large square cushioned bed. It rustled slightly as the two moved on it, indicating it was some form of waterproof latex or something. Whiskey sat in the middle of the bed, sitting up with both fore paws planted on the bed and his ears perked up, eyes intently staring at Delilah as she was crouched a bit lower, blushing as she reached up to rub her scalp where his hair pulling had left some lingering pain.

"You... could have just asked..." she mumbled as she squirmed slightly, pulling her knees together as she looked around. "I could... take one of those loungers. Mast... Matthew said I have to dry off. I'm just gonna-" Delilah starts to get off the bed when Whiskey lets out a low, threatening growl. She snaps her eyes to him and he only growls harder, a low, rumbling, basal sound as he was...

"Are you... warning me not to... get off the bed?" She asked quietly as Whiskey stared her down. Tentatively, she reached a hand off the bed and placed it on the concrete of the pool deck just to goad a sharp bark from Whiskey. "Eep!" She yelps back, snapping her hand off the concrete and hugging it to her chest as she settled down. "Okay... okay, the dog tells me where to sit... my life can't get any worse, so why not... and I still have this stupid tail in my ass!" She whined as she tries to curl up and flop onto her side at which point Whiskey finally settles down and sits but keeps his head up, intently watching her.

"I guess... at least we're out in the sun... I'll dry off and warm up a bit." Delilah said, trying to make the best of the situation as she was laying on her side and curled up in front of Whiskey. She brushes her wet hair out of her face before resting her head on one arm and running her other hand down her side and reaching around behind her, gripping her tail at its base and pulling gently. It hurt from all the tugging and jostling the bath had caused and she lets out a soft cry as she pulls the steel plug free. "H-hyaa... yeowch!" The plug comes out with a lewd schpop and she lets it fall into the bed behind her, rolling down to rest against her bare ass cheek. It felt warm and her asshole winked and twitched as it squeezed shut and Delilah tentatively rubbed at it to try and soothe the pain.

"Fuck... that's... eugh... that stings so bad." She whines as she cautiously rubs herself. And then she looks up.

Laying on her side, Whiskey's angular face naturally loomed over her. He sat stoically and watched her like a guardian dog. Which, she supposed, he was. He was so close though, on this dog bed that was technically big enough for the both of them but only just. She really didn't have much space to move away from him and if she did scoot back, he just moved closer until her butt was all but hanging off the edge of the cushion. She could smell him with each breath and as her heartbeat quickened at the thought of sitting here, aching all over, freshly bathed by a man she currently completely loathed, in said man's backyard, naked, and dragged to a bed by this dog...

"You... really think I'm... your mate or something... don't you?" Delilah whispered quietly as she looked up at Whiskey. Her hand drifted over her leg and reached in between her thighs to cover her pussy. As she stared at Whiskey, her memory was forcefully yanked back to when he had fucked her. When her deviant thoughts and perverse curiosity had led her to presenting herself for him and when he'd chased her down and knotted her. Her body ached at the thought and a soft whine of discomfort escaped her lips as her insides felt oddly hollow. "You... really fucked up my life... you know that?" She murmurs to the dog as her fingers gently glide over her labial folds. "But... I never felt anything like that. Not even the sexiest boys I'd ever fucked had the same kind of... ferocity as you." She said, blushing redder and redder as her admissions went wild. "What am I even saying... you're just a dog, you don't know anything... but... you also won't tell anyone. You would have been fine to just fuck me and call it a day, but it's Matthew, your stupid master who's fucking up my entire life. I can't hold that against you." She says before slipping her arm out from under her head and reaching up to brush against Whiskey's shoulder. The dog doesn't seem to mind as his tail starts to thump against the bed.

She scratches and brushes her fingers through his thick fur coat as her heart starts to thud a little harder. You need to get out of here... what are you doing, being affectionate with this brute of a dog? He shoved you down and took you... he came on your face! He- Delilah flinched and turned her head slightly as Whiskey leaned forward and licked her across the cheek and eye, making her recoil slightly.

"B-bleh! Whiskey!" She whines as she wipes off his slobber. "So gross... at least Matthew makes you chew on those teeth-brushing bones or whatever... your breath isn't totally dog-like." She mutters as the dog starts to shift and move again. He stands and walks around Delilah on the bed a few times before nudging and prodding at her back, forcing her to move and whine as his wet nose bumps on her sun-warmed skin. She scoots forward and feels him shuffle in behind her. She rolls over onto her other side to try and dry off evenly and sees Whiskey settling down again, this time facing out and away from her as he takes the outside edge of the bed. The outdoor dog bed itself was set against the short fence lining the pool deck. It was definitely intended to typically keep the canine out of the pool area and divide the pool from the back yard but it also served as a sort of "defense" for Whiskey as he was sitting and facing out, clearly protecting her as she was curled up on the bed behind him. Delilah blushed as her canine was... being so gentlemanly.

She reaches up and brushes her hand across his neck and back, her body tingling slightly as she recalled all the things this dog had done to her and was putting her through. She bites her lip as she thinks about being made to emulate him, to crawl on all fours while plugged and sporting a tail, just like him.

It's... different... from anyone else I've ever had. She muses, biting her lip even harder and letting her eyes droop down to the plug tail half-pinned underneath Whiskey. She slides her hand down his back and pries the toy out from beneath the canine, turning it around in her hand. It was a bit sticky and damp from the lubricant Matthew had used to shove it inside her and it had caught up a bunch of dog hairs. She quietly wiped off the hairs and let out a soft noise as she collected some saliva and drooled it into her open palm and covered the steel toy in her spit.

"Mmnah... bleh... you'd... better not tell... anyone about this, Whis." She whispers softly as she reaches the spit-slicked toy behind herself and prods the tip against her anus. With a little wince of pain, she shoves the tail plug back inside and scoots forward, pressing herself into Whiskey's back as her heart pounds in her ears.

Delilah refused to let even herself think about what she was doing or why she was finding so much comfort and safety in this German Shepherd sitting beside her. All she knew was that as the sun warmed her skin and her heartbeat slowed, she drifted into a quiet, dog-scented slumber beside the pool with the thoughts of being marked and protected by Whiskey still fresh in her mind.