Chapter 018 | 0018 The Unruly Little Dog Masturbates on Its Owner's Knee
Hobart said he wanted to talk about punishment. Will Wuxian listen now?
Without a second thought, she has already proven with her actions that she will absolutely not listen.
Perhaps the punishments he had given were not severe enough. Wu Qian was forgetful, and she would easily become arrogant if she wasn't careful. She had said such outrageous things, yet Hobert had only given her a verbal reprimand, which inevitably made her smug and forget the scene where she was so afraid of this man that she couldn't breathe.
Instead of stopping when faced with the warning, she quickened her pace. She pressed hard against Hobart's knee, excited by the slightly cold call.
"Cloud, be quiet."
Quiet, no, she couldn't.
"Master, master, I'm such a bad little dog!"
Without Hobart having to discipline her, Wuqian had already begun to imagine her master spanking her and calling her a slutty dog and whore.
Hobert's knees rubbed against Wu Xian's vulva, and she had already actively parted her labia to let her sensitive clitoris and vaginal opening rub against the slightly smooth fabric. Before, every word her master spoke had made her vulva open and close, and now it was even taking a little in, tightly clenching and unwilling to separate.
She heard her owner ask, "Why are you a bad little dog? What are you doing?"
"I'm here, I'm here... I'm masturbating with my master's knees, oh my god, it's going to break, I'm about to come, master, master!"
She screamed and trembled all over.
Only after the warm water had soaked Hobart's trousers did she apologize, "I'm sorry, Master."
“Cloud, this is the third time, and if I remember correctly, we were talking about punishment, not playing any games. How could you soil your master's clothes like you were peeing?”
“Master…” Wu Qian knew that she had gone too far, but her master was too charming, so there was no way to blame her.
"Master, I am an ill-mannered little dog. Please punish me."
Hobert held Wu Qian in his arms, pressing her forcefully against his chest. His lifeless body felt like a cold cage, holding her tightly. His fingers tapped on the back of her neck.
Lightly, slowly.
The vibration spread from his spine throughout his body, forcing Wu Qian to curl up, shrinking smaller and smaller still.
The more silent he became, the more bewildered Wu Xian felt. She could only desperately clutch Hobert's shirt for comfort, but even that was taken away from her. Hobert held her hand tightly, rendering her immobile.
As time passed, the silence fermented, and fear spread through Wu Qian's body. "Master," she called out timidly again, already hesitant.
"Get off me, Cloud." Hobert finally spoke after Wu Xian called him three times. His voice was like a winter lake, calm and deep enough to make one dizzy. "Get off me."
Wu Xian slid down slowly, her hands raised upwards, still in the gesture of a child asking for a hug, indicating that she did not want to leave her owner.
But Hobart remained unmoved; he simply said...
"Kneel properly."
Wu Xian immediately knelt on the ground. "Master, kneel properly."
"Cloud, kneel down." He commanded again, but Wu Xian was at a loss.
She was kneeling, her knees bent and pressed against the hard ground, her buttocks sitting on her thighs, flattening that piece of flesh. It was the same before; she had been forced to eat the sandwich as punishment while lying on Hobert's lap.
He stroked her hair and said Cloud did a good job.
Now they don't agree with her posture.
So she spoke up, "Master, Cloud doesn't understand."
Hobert was a rational and ruthless man. He was the master of the Black Fiber, but not a tyrannical and autocratic ruler.
He was indeed suppressing the shrewish dog with its tail wagging, but he would never get angry because of a question. He considered unpredictable mood swings to be a low-class tactic, utterly uninteresting, and launching attacks for no apparent reason would not give the dog a sense of security.
Cloud was puzzled. The puppy needed him, so he bent down and hugged her from the side.
Punishment is punishment, and a hug is a hug.
The force was extremely gentle; he had no scent, no heartbeat, only a chilling aura that enveloped Wu Qian.
It was crisp and heavy, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
"Can't control his own cunt, can't even kneel properly, what a useless little dog."
"I...I'm a useless little dog..."
Hobert's strong hands supported Wu Xian's abdomen and buttocks respectively. He dug his fingers into her buttocks, and some tender flesh peeked out from between his fingers. "Relax, Cloud."
The heat crept up Wu Xian's tailbone, making her tremble and cry out, "Master..."
"Cloud, Master will teach you how to kneel properly."
"This was your previous owner's fault. It's okay, my Cloud, don't be sad. Now I'll teach this ill-mannered puppy how to kneel properly, and I'll also correct your disobedient habits."
"Be prepared, your punishment will be more severe, you naughty boy."
Hobert wiped Wu Qian's inner thighs with a handkerchief, his words coming into Wu Qian's ears along with those ambiguous and sticky sounds. Biting his earlobe, he said, "Master's bad child."
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