Chapter 112 | 0112 Beaten to the point of tears
To my surprise... to my surprise, that was the reason.
Indeed, looking at the relationship between Wu Xian and Hobert, neither of them should be blamed if they had a lover or mistress. This is why the puppy dared to cheat without fear.
She's mentally ill and immoral.
However, Hobart is not focusing on the fact that the dog ran away to have an affair; instead, he is accusing the dog of lying to its owner, not answering its owner's questions, and even abandoning its owner.
These things all broke the rules, enough for Hopper to conclude that the puppy was a bad puppy, and he could indeed spank Wuxian's bottom.
Once the master makes a decision, he won't change it. Seeing that this approach wasn't working, Wu Xian turned to the other side, rubbing her soft cheek against the man's arm, "Harold, Harold—"
She pleaded sweetly, something she had never done before.
However, Harold's status as a lover was more free than Hobart's. At least Hobart couldn't punish his lover arbitrarily in order to maintain his master's authority, but it was different for a lover.
He can discipline the puppy whenever he wants without any reason whatsoever!
Now that Hobart has decided to take action, how could Harold possibly stand by and watch?
Wu Xian's escape routes were all blocked, and only then did she truly feel fear, thinking she would... be taught a terrible lesson.
But with Harold holding her waist and Hobert controlling her chin, she had nowhere to escape.
“Ten strokes first, Cloud,” Hobart declared.
“Then I’ll do ten too,” Harold said, following closely behind.
Next, it was time to decide who would go first, but unexpectedly, Hobart made a gesture of invitation, meaning that Harold should discipline the puppy first.
Although he knew his blood relatives were all up to no good, Harold accepted it without hesitation. He didn't stand on ceremony or refuse; the puppy was in his hand. He lifted the hem of his skirt and his hand fell down.
He was rude and wild, with scars on his fingers from past battles that were hard to erase. The moment Harold became a vampire, these glorious marks would never disappear.
And now these dented medals have once again been stamped on Wu Qian's snowy buttocks.
"ah!"
She had just climaxed and couldn't tolerate even the slightest touch, let alone a spanking. As soon as the man's hand touched her, her vaginal fluids flowed out.
Harold sneered. He could easily support Wu Qian with one hand, and with his legs spread apart and his buttocks sunken, he exposed his tender vulva to Hobert.
The tail inserted into her anus trembled incessantly, and gushing vaginal fluid dripped from her open vulva onto the carpet, leaving a dark stain.
He was punishing the puppy, and at the same time showing off to his brother, "Look how much Wu Xian likes him. She's already gushing and moaning just from being spanked!"
It is clear that even the master is not the only one.
Hobert smiled slightly, his expression unchanged as he remained seated in his chair, his gaze fixed entirely on Wu Qian, giving Harold no attention whatsoever.
The two men's conflict was unspoken, yet it was fiercely contested.
Wu Xian was unaware of the power struggle between the two men; she didn't care about the men's rivalry, only about her poor buttocks that were about to burst open.
Harold slapped her repeatedly, each slap crisp and loud, leaving her white buttocks red and swollen. The pain and pleasure she felt were both excruciating, and she couldn't help but sob and weep.
"Ouch, that hurts, Harold."
"It hurts? With so much water flowing out, it still hurts!"
Another slap landed, leaving Wu Qian dazed. She waited in fear for Harold's next blow, but before the gust of wind could strike, she heard a male voice stop her.
"That's enough, isn't it ten?"
It was Hobart who took the puppy into his arms and wiped away her tears.
"Master is the best."
Harold was so angry he was practically pounding his heart.
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Harold: There's some old green tea here!
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