William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Cherri, And Friends<br/><br/>Tsk.  Her tail was down again, which was unacceptable.  I aimed a nice stinging blow with my crop, and popped it on her ass as she crawled to the water bowl.<strong>"Tail, Cherri.  Up, no slouching."</strong>I grabbed my drink, and returned Renée's toast.  A lap or two around the pool, and garden would be just the thing, and Cherri needed to learn to walk properly, something only possible with practice.  Lots of practice.  I took another grateful sip of my drink, while letting my eyes wander over Laurenne, and the nipple that was peeking teasingly from her bikini.  She didn't, that I knew, have any particular taste for men, but that didn't mean she was unattractive, or not a pleasure to look at.<br/><br/>I was toying with the idea of fitting Cherri with a gag, or one of the collars that would prevent her from forming words, and taking her for a short walk outside of the club's grounds, just to give her a view of the city, a city full of people, and not devils.  That would be after her milking, and probably a bath as well.  There was a nice upscale pet shop not more than a few blocks from the club, and I wanted to pick her up a collar, mitts, and thigh highs that would do more to set her apart from the club dogs.  A little personal touch, something to mark her as mine.  Maybe even a nice name tag for her collar, now that I'd given her a name.<br/><br/>