Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://images.adultemart.com/ps/pb/S0416bb.jpg)</div><br/>I had to reach in and haul the self-consumed bitch from her cage, her eyes wild, and paws still stuffed firmly between her girl-slicked thighs, and a rapid fire string of...I assumed...epithets in a language I couldn't understand were spit at me in a stressed tinged, almost-there voice.  This is where my 'persuader' came in handy.  Nothing snapped a dog out of her, or his, sexual high than a few licks of a whip, or in this case, a paddle, right across the rump.  I tended not to be gentle in this, one of the many reasons my Vet license had been revoked in France some few years ago, but for which I was now rewarded with a handsome salary, and apartment.  I laid the flat of my paddle in a heavy, blistering swat against one exposed cheek of her bottom, "Swack!".<strong>"Bad girl!"</strong>I truly loved my job!  My first aimed blow had caused her to jerk away, exposing a nice wide swath of thigh, which I aimed at for my second strike.<strong>"Naughty doggy, no!"</strong>"Whack!"<br/><br/>Two vicious strokes snapped her back to reality.  Half on her back, trying to protect her exposed, and now stinging bottom, and thigh, her eyes conveying a mix of shock, and pain, and arousal, and anger, and confusion.  This little lesson was as much for her benefit, as it was for the other new acquisitions that were no doubt watching this unfold.<strong>"Puppies don't speak!"</strong>I raised my paddle again, as if to hit her, and she rolled reflexively on to her back.  Good.  Vulnerable.  She had her knees bent, and arms up.  A very dog-like position of submission.  My hand still clutching her collar, I knelt beside her, paddle raised.<br/><br/>"If your pretty little doggy mouth opens again, I'll blister your rump, and whip your tits until you bite your own tongue hard enough to bleed."  I gave her a nice grin, then a moment while she considered my threat.  I really hoped, at that point, that she understood English....and if not, my tone of voice, and the wicked sadistic grin I gave her would convey, I suspected, much.  If she didn't know English, or French now, she would soon learn enough to get by, needing only to understand a dozen or so basic commands.<br/><br/>Doctor Vernecoombe was a couple of cages away from me, focused on her work, when she snapped a couple of cages open, and called out to me,<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Doctor, I've made up my mind. I'm taking two out now, Pogo and Roiyaru."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Certainly, Doctor."</strong>Roiyaru was the troublesome male.  Fairly new, and possessed of a defiant streak that would take some time to correct.  The other, Pogo, a fresh new bitch, and one I still had to examine.  Club members concerns and wishes came first, my examination would wait.<strong>"They are new of course, please do not spare the cane with those two!"</strong>I gave a wave of my hand, and turned back to the lovely new bitch, Mimi.<br/><br/><strong>"You and I are going to take a little walk together now."</strong>I snapped the leash onto her collar, and stood, slapping my paddle against my thigh, purely to keep her attention on me, then turned and led her toward the treatment room, though slowly, giving her time to find her 'legs', and learn the new way she walk, probably for the majority of her life.<strong>"Up here."</strong>I led her up the short stepped ramp to the exam table, with nothing more than a swat with my paddle to her shapely girl rump to urge her on, then I snapped the short restraining lead to her collar, which would prevent her from moving around very much.  A quick glance at her chart.  Tsk, no wide spectrum inoculation had been administered.  No Yellow Fever.  No TB, No plague.<strong>"Four shots into your lovely little bottom today!, make you a healthy puppy."</strong>I dropped her chart, and the bottle of dental rinse on the counter, and began preparing her syringe, when another voice intruded,<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Doctor!  Doctor!  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>