'You are a bad boy Murphy.' Look what you've done to my scarf!' She thrusts it under your nose again and the sweet perfume sets you off again, you can fee your cock begin to harden.
'You like that do you? Naughty boy! Right, come inside, no lunch for you'. Damn, no lunch, you stand up. 'Come on, here boy' she says, gesturing you to follow. Your so ashamed that you get up and start to follow. She leads you into the kitchen and as you step in she springs something around your neck from behind you. You turn in surprise and feel a yank in the other direction. She's put a collar and lead on you, the indignity! Mind you, you did just wank into her scarf. Another yank and you're pulled over to a cage. 'Get in there!' Oh god, this is weird, she's treating you like a dog. Just as you open your mout to protest she spanks you across the backside with a rolled up newspaper. 'Get in there!' She says sternly pointing to the cage. You look down almost resigned to crawling in when another thwack across your rear removes any doubt. You crawl in and sit down humiliated and confused.