“Ron, do you know why you’re being punished?”

With a sound, the cane landed squarely on his back. Being hit by the end of the cane was like being punched due to the leather end. Ron was unable to answer properly because of the pain, Martian released her foot and then grabbed his hair, pulling his upper body up.

“When I ask, you answer.”

“huuu..hmmp… Because I didn’t obey quickly enough…”

Martian then reached for the chain attached to Ron’s chest again. Hnnnggg, With tension in the air, a tense moan emerged. She grasped the chain and began dragging him towards Huey. At some point, Ron tried to resist, realizing in whose presence he was being paraded. 

When he halted and Martian tugged, his swollen n*pple stretched to its limit. It was when Ron closed his eyes, feeling like his skin might tear, she released the chain.

“I thought you were trained well enough, but it seems you’re not.” 

She murmured, patting Ron’s cheek. What began as gentle pats soon increased in intensity, almost to the point of slaps. When she was in a bad mood, her hands became increasingly aggressive. Ron gritted his teeth and, with a sharp sound, received a strong slap, that even made his body shake.

“Do you want to be punished more today?”

At those words, Ron opened his eyes and tried to gauge her mood. At the same time, he sneaked a glance at Huey, sitting across from them. The presence of another person in the space made him uneasy. His stubborn resistance made it evident. Having already been stripped and dragged around, the idea of being blatantly displayed in front of someone else seemed unbearable.

Martian didn’t bother hiding her irritation. To think he would disobey his master because he’s concerned about another person’s gaze. Was that acceptable for a dog? Especially for Ron, it was an even more ludicrous excuse. She grabbed a handful of Ron’s hair.

“You even forget to focus on your master.”

Holding his hair, she dragged him to Huey. Crawling on his knees and being dragged, Ron stumbled several times. By the time he was pushed in front of Huey, his knees were red. Huey visibly tensed at the sight of the panting Ron.

Martian was disappointed on multiple fronts. Huey was one thing, but Ron’s behavior was truly disheartening. Initially, she had undressed Ron to display him to Huey, but now things had shifted.

This was now about training a disobedient “pet”, and if that involved using Huey, then so be it. Especially since Huey was desperately trying to cling to her, saying he wanted to be her ‘dog’. Martian spat words at Ron.

“If you resist even a bit from now on, I’ll abandon you.”

Only then did Ron’s expression change. She had never explicitly threatened to abandon him before. Martian left Ron be. This wasn’t an empty threat. The Ron she saw now was too disappointing to remain her pet. Ron approached her and clung to her.

“Master, I… I was wrong…heeupp”

Martian slapped his face.

“If you did wrong, then you should be punished first. Place your head on the sofa. Position yourself and spread your a*s this way.”

At those words, Ron crawled to the opposite side of the sofa. Martian watched Ron get into the position, then turned her head to look at Huey. In the interim, something between his legs had become noticeably aroused. Truly, he was a ‘dog’ entirely obedient to his desires. Martian asked with a chuckle,

“What do you think I’m about to do?”

“Are you going to hit your dog?”

“Which part of the dog?”

At that question, her gaze shifted to Ron. Ron had his head deeply bowed on the sofa, raising only his b*ttocks high. It was an inherently embarrassing position, yet he took it upon himself to spread his cheeks apart. The exposed hole was in clear view. Martian lightly swung the cane she held.

“Have you ever been hit in the hole?”

At that, Huey’s expression stiffened slightly. It was to be expected. Wanting to be a dog is one thing, but being spread and hit inside is another matter entirely. Even those who took pleasure in pain found this form of punishment hard to endure.

For someone who’d only known frivolous but light acts with prostitutes, there was no way he’d be immune to such harsh and explicit punishment.

Martien smiled lightly.

“As a dog, you should be prepared to offer any part of your body to your master.”

The very fact that she could administer such punishment indicated a power dynamic. Thus, this was the harshest punishment Martian could impose on Ron and a threat to the Count. Seeing the trembling Ron and the flustered Count, she felt slightly better.

“I often hit my dogs because I enjoy causing them pain.”

She then approached Ron, whose tense body jerked slightly as she approached. Getting close enough for a proper strike, Martian teased Ron’s b*ttocks with the tip of her cane. Without turning back, she spoke again,

“As a dog, you should obediently take it when hit.”

She could acutely feel the Count’s gaze on her. To make a point, she swung her cane. The rounded end struck precisely on the h*le, much rougher and harder than usual. After all, it was a punishment.

“Hnngh!! Hff! Hnngh, one…”

Her hand moved again, and the sound of flesh being hit was clear.

“Two, nngh… two…”

Ron couldn’t even moan loudly as he endured the pain. All he could do was count, his fingers so tense they were trembling. Martian continued her strikes, the sounds of flesh being hit echoing menacingly in the room.

“Seven… Eight…”

His voice shook. The blows weren’t fast, but each was excessively forceful. They were deliberately brutal so a dog wouldn’t be able to bear them. After fifteen strikes, Ron’s grip on his a*s cheeks slipped.

The cane landed on his b*ttocks and thighs, accompanied by a sound like wailing for doing something wrong.

When Ron spread himself again, Martian quickly dealt ten more blows. Under relentless force, Ron lost his position, his hole was red and swollen from the beating.

“Nhgh, Ngh, Master… heeup, hnngh…”

He cried out. The intensity was much more painful than what he usually experienced. The most unbearable part was not knowing how long he would have to endure it.

Punishments with no set count tend to last indefinitely. If she so desired, she could be as cruel as she wished. Ron tried to maintain his position once more, but after over twenty lashes, he crumbled again.

“Heuuuk..I… I’m sorry, Master..huuu…”