“Hey, wait,” I said, laughing. “I don’t have any clothes on.”
He yanked on the leash. “Stop that growling, right now. You know you need a bath, girl, and you’re going to get one.” I looked up, astonished. Surely he wouldn’t…
But he did. He walked us straight toward the fishermen at the edge of the lake. I shook my head, pulled against the leash. “Bad girl!” he shouted, turning to spank my ass hard. “Heel!”
I felt dared. And I was up to any dare he could come up with—especially as none of the guys fishing looked even slightly familiar. So I walked, obediently, a pace behind him, the leash now slack but still in my Master’s hand. I smiled brightly at one of the fishermen. He did a double-take right out of a slapstick comedy. All three of them stared, slack-jawed.
“Stay, girl,” my Master said, leaving me for a moment while he bent to pick something up. I obeyed, eyes watching him. He grabbed a stick. I grinned, shook my head. “Gotta get you to take a bath somehow, pet. Now fetch!” He unhooked my leash and threw the stick into the water. I stared at him a moment, waiting to be sure he was truly serious about this. “Go on, girl!” he gushed. I headed in, running then swimming out to get it. The water was cold and hardened my nipples. I swam hard to get used to it, then grabbed the stick in my hand, before placing it between my teeth. I turned and paddled back, enjoying the enormous grin on my dear Master’s face that turned into delighted laughter. The fishermen were mumbling to themselves, one smiling, one shaking his head, and the other still silent with his mouth hanging open.
My thoughtful Master held out my shirt for me as I walked ashore, soaking wet. A bit out of breath, I approached quietly, humbly. I walked tall, ignoring the others’ gazes, then dropped the stick at his feet. He smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me. I took a step back and, with all my might, shook my head and body to splash him head-to-toe with cold lake water. He gasped. I grabbed the shirt and ran before he could get hold of my leash. I raced him to the car, knowing he’d catch me before I could get inside. He pursued, reaching for the leather dangling from my neck. “Ooh, you’re gonna get it, girl!” he threatened, laughter in his voice. I got to the car first, but, of course, he had locked the doors and had the keys. I turned to see him slowly approaching, dangling the keychain from his fingertip. “Need something, pet?” His dirty little smile promised much, and the bulge in his jeans promised even more. I smiled and licked my lips, giddy with desire to find out what punishment he’d think up when he got me into that back seat.
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