Delta Squadron

The smile made the hound group uneasy, scared of whats to come

Handler gently quickly saluted the group before speaking in their soft and honey sweet tone "At ease! Now I would like to say congratulations on your latest sortie. Very fine work indeed, good job to each of you!"

They looked upon the group, seeing each one have a smile burning on their face, all except for one

Handler walks up to the one not smiling, to the hound not like the others

"You, my hound, why are you not smiling and enjoying the praise?"

It lowers its head, avoiding all eye contact, only to be met with a leather glove gripping its chin and forcing its head to stare right into the Handlers eyes

"Be-because um I didn't do anything really. They did all the work I just mopped up the dirty work..." Every word it spoke had less and less force behind it, ending with a meek quiet tone

Handler scans them for a minute, looking up and down the line of its battle-sisters before refocusing on their hound

"My dear hound, this mission would not have worked without you! You deserve the praise and rewards as much as they do!"

Hound tries to look away as best it can, shaking its head 'no'

Handler grabs its cheeks in one hand, squeezing hard to make the hound whimper in pain as it looks once again into Handlers eyes

"That wasn't a suggestion mutt. Let me make it more simple for you. I order you to accept all the praise and reply with a heartfelt 'thank you' from each one, got that?"

Hounds eyes go wide in fear, seeing no way out and hoping it will be all over soon

Handler squeezes their hand harder on its cheeks "I'll ask once again, do you copy mutt?"

Hound gently nods, holding its breath the entire time

"Speak!"

"Y-yes! Yes! I-I understand!"

Handler smirks hard, releasing their grip before leaning in, stopping only mere centimeters away from hounds face

"Good. Dog."

Hounds face immediately goes red, its breath is caught in its throat as it tries to force itself to speak. It quickly turns its head and clears it throat before looking right back at Handler

"Th-thank you Handler!"

A soft warm smile grows on Handlers face, giving a soft pat on the hounds head, then standing straight up and looking to the rest of the lineup

"Hounds, for doing such a good job today I encourage you to praise your sister-hound today. Make sure it learns how to take compliments well. Give as many as you, however you want. Got that?"

"Copy!" They all shout in unison

Hounds face goes pale as it feels the sadistic eyes of all its battle-sisters turn at once to it, it takes a deep breath hoping it won't be so bad

Handler smirks, taking a few steps back before giving one simple command:

"Begin."

Within seconds the lineup has surrounded hound on all sides and begin bombarding it with compliments. It struggles to comprehend whats happening before its brain catches up and it starts spewing out "thank you's" to each of them

It only takes a few short minutes before one of them grabs its ass and gives it a playful squeeze. Hound turns to the owner of the hand and stares blankly, trying to think of what to do. That was until it heard them chuckle, whipping its head around to look at Handler once more

"Oh I should mention." They gleefully calls out. "If the hound there doesn't respond correctly or in a timely manner you may punish it however you see fit."

There was a lot of emphasis on the word 'however' Too much emphasis...

The one grabbing its ass chuckles, causing hound to look at her

"I never got my thank you, mutt." She smiles hard.

Before it could speak she raises her other hand up, and grips hounds hair, forcing a yelp out of its throat. She yanks its head back and forces it to its knees on the floor

"Y'know I don't think I ever got a thank you as well!" Another chimes in before quickly slapping hound across the face. forcing a whimper to escapes its lips

Before hound could full recover from the daze of the slap, the area became bombarded with the rest of its battle-sisters saying they never got "thank you's" either

Hound felt a hand wrap around its throat and starting squeezing, causing hounds hands to fly up on instinct to stop it

As it tries to cry out a pair of fingers is shoved down its throat, causing tears to well up in its eyes and it clicks together what its night is gonna be like

Hands start grabbing, squeezing, clawing, jabbing, everything to hound. Hound could only take it all, trying its best to mutter out "thank you" over and over again but never getting more than two in a row before stopped by something or someone, leading down a spiral of punishment

Handler looking at the pile of hound and its battle-sisters slowly start stripping off its clothes and soon after, each other. Handler turns and begins walking out of the hanger. Satisfied with the results.

Hound could only whimper and whine as more and more punishment came barreling down upon it from some very good and pent up hounds

. . .

Handler returns to the hanger, many hours later with the sister-hounds as personal long gone

In the middle of the hanger floor was left a very well used and bruised hound. It was too exhausted and in too much pain to even move.

Handler gleefully walks up to the hound, leaning over and tauntingly speaks

"Learn your lesson hound?"

It takes a moment, trying to process the words spoken before very slowly and painfully nodding its head

"What are you?"

"A-a good dog..." It croaks out, feeling how dry its throat is

"A very good dog indeed"

"T-thank y-you Handler...." It mumbles out trying its best to be loud and not causing itself more pain

Handler gently kneels down, pressing a soft finger to its lips. Handler waits a moment before slowly snaking their arms under their hound and lifting it up bridal style

"Now let get you cleaned up my good hound'

Handler carefully and smoothly walks out of the hanger once more, carrying their lovely hound

Hound leans its very tired and sore head against Handlers chest, listening to their heartbeat and softly mumbling out a simple sentence on repeat, like its trying to never forget.