Good girl. Good girl. The words hit her like a punch. Yes, she was a good girl! She sat there on the park bench thinking about what that meant, shivering with excitement. It was so simple. She'd been a good girl all her life, and she was truly beginning to enjoy being calledd that.
Tingles shot through her body as her ears twitched. The tips wiggled, and drooped slightly. Her tongue flopped out and she started panting. With each pant, her tongue tingled, sliding out a bit further until it touched her chin.
Ally squirmed where she sat. Good girl...Good girl wasn't just words. It was a way to live. A way to behave.
A wonderful feeling seeped down her spine and she had to adjust where she was sitting as a spot on her butt grew sensitive. She felt good. So good. Like a good girl.