when your owner looks at you and goes like "who's a stupid little mutt? gasp! it's youuuu, yes, such a dumb little dog." thwack. and the rolled up newspaper hits your puppy parts hard, you're all exposed with that swollen tdick out, begging to be touched, and your needy hole already twitching, slick beading at the edges. then tail of course your tail starts wagging like the dumb dog you are, waiting for what's coming—crack—you jolt hard, gushing wetness from your spasming cunt, muscles fluttering wildly in empty need—whap—another sharp smack, sending shockwaves that make you buck, boypussy squirting more slick, quivering from head to tail. and then when he goes "oh, my silly, brainless boy, look how red and swollen you're getting. who's my sloppy mutt? you are! humping the air like an idiot already. such a dumb little doggy..." you realize you're in a real life dream sequence and god hates you. smh.