He took the collar and leash from me, and i lifted my hair so He could put on my collar. He then snapped the leash to the D-ring on the collar and sai...d to me, ?For the remainder of this evening, until tomorrow morning, you will be treated like a puppy. You are relegated to the floor, and except for using the toilet, you will not be afforded any human privileges. Is that understood??At that point, i was afraid to speak. Dogs do not speak words, only whines and growls and barking. At a loss for. I wondered if she had decided not to repeat our intimacy because she thought it might be bad for me, or perhaps she thought I might not want to continue. I decided find a way to subtly let her know that I wanted a repeat. But how?It happened sooner than I thought. Yawning, I went downstairs for a cup of Joe. Walking into the kitchen I saw Mom at the sink filling the coffee carafe with water. My eyes admired her. She was wearing her soft night tee which fell off her shoulders and outlined her. Then it was Constance. The cute little brunette. After watching the other two she had a decent idea of what to do. She didn’t need a lot of guidance from me as she naturally moved from pose to pose. Soon she was in her wool shift and bloomers. She gave me and the camera a wicked smile as she stood up against the butter churn. Her hands wrapped around the shaft she lifted her right knee and rubbed her leg against the tool. Licking the wood like a pole dancer. I could hear her mother gasp in the. Both girls were soon leaning forward like naked female jockeys on the spanking benches used for training novitiate nuns how to show proper contrition. In a way, it was Morgan’s way of showing the devious girls that their trick with the stocks was not the only way an error-prone female might be re-educated to proper behavior.The laughing altar boys hooded the naked girls and teased them with their immature little pricks. It was so distressing that both girls wetted the benches right at the.