Wicked girl comics The bad pet

 Miss Jones was known for her impeccable manners and tidy farmhouse, but there was one thing that constantly tested her patience – her wayward and mischievous pet.

who had a knack for finding trouble. He would  answer back, break rules and even managed to sneak into the kitchen on occasion to indulge in treats that were forbidden to him. Miss Jones had tried every trick in the book to discipline him,chastity cage, half meals the paddle at times but he seemed impervious to any form of reprimand.

One day, after a particularly exasperating episode involving her delicate laundry and spilled milk, Miss Jones had had enough. Determined to teach him a lesson, she led him to the barn, her face set in a determined scowl. The pet watched curiously as she disappeared behind the creaking barn doors, wondering what fate awaited him.

Inside the dimly lit barn, Miss Jones devised a punishment that she believed would finally instill some discipline in her bad mannered pet. She sternly scolded him, wagging her finger in his face as she outlined the rules of his confinement.  seemingly unfazed he looked up at her with mischievous eyes, his lips twitching with anticipation.

Miss Jones then set to work, building a perspex box in the corner of the barn. She arranged a small wooden stool inside and sternly instructed  her pet to bend over it  which, of course, proved to be a comical sight as he wiggled and squirmed into position his bare ass in the air.  

To ensure he remained in place, she chained his ankles and wrists , plus there was a hole cut out from the perspex for his head to stick out.

 Miss Jones stood there, arms crossed a determined and amused expression on her face.

The day wore on,and the barn became uncomfortably hot and the wayward pet was regretting his bad behaviour but to late as night fell he heard voices as Miss Jones ushered some of the townsfolk into the barn and started handing out paddles probes and all manner of implements, her pets eyes grew wide and the smile slid from his lips as the townsfolk drew close to examine every inch of that very bad boy.

He lowered his head and felt the first of many fingers and objects to explore his body as Miss Jones looked on with amusement 

From that day forward, Miss Jones and her pet developed an understanding. While his mischievous nature didn't completely disappear,  he never took lightly her commands again.