Madame Isabella, the attractive, fifty-year old proprietor of the Elite Pet Training Academy, put the phone down. “Emily! We've got another booking!” she called. Emily rushed in from an adjoining room. Aged just twenty, she was even more attractive and had only started at the academy two weeks earlier. But she was as keen as mustard and intent on showing her boss that she was dedicated to the job. “Yes, Ma'am?” Emily aske...

Keith was at the Elite Pet Training Academy to learn a new trick. So far, he had only had dealings with Emily, the attractive twenty-year assistant to the proprietor, Madame Isabella. Emily had been nice to him, in her own way, but now he had been led into a room where he came face-to-face with Madame Isabella. She could be friendly, especially with Emily, but when teaching a refractory pet obedience then she was anything...

Madame Isabella, the owner of the Elite Pet Training Academy, was on the phone. Emily, her stunning young assistant, sat the other side of the desk, listening to a one-sided conversation. “Really, Mrs Bradshaw? I would have thought that Keith would have learnt by now the importance of obedience. I'm so sorry to hear that he's still resisting learning new tricks.” ... “Yes, of course, I agree with you that it would be wron...

Keith was lying on the table in what appeared to him to be a veterinary clinic at the academy. He had been fitted into a new—and much smaller—chastity cage and was still suffering the effects of Emily stress testing it by displaying her boobs to him. As he processed the throbbing pain, he realised that Madame Isabella had entered the room carrying her stout leather tawse. The sight of that weapon had the effect of killing...