I am now standing with the corgi wondering what is a fitting punishment is but am coming up blank. Our interaction with the mugger had been so short that I hadn’t really felt any animosity towards him. I knew I should probably learn a little more about the person before I punished them.
“I wish that I knew who this person was and what lead them to try and mug Melissa and me”.
Once the wish was done I soon knew the sad tale of Samual [Last name]. Sam was bisexual and deep down he knew he was bisexual but living as an orphan in the foster care system wasn’t the safest place for a kid like him to be honest about their bisexuality. Thus Sam had lived a life of many lies, betrayals, and disappointments. He was 19 years old but had a seriously stunted emotional maturity with him clinging to outdated stereotypes of masculinity to guide his actions. Sam had dropped out of school and joined a gang two years back and was living life as a thug with no real friends to support him. Sam knew nobody would care that he had gone missing and if he wasn’t trapped in a dog’s mind and body he would be in despair.
The knowledge of Sam’s life made me reluctant to punish the poor guy as he was at one of the lowest points in his life but I thought that maybe there was a punishment for him that could end up helping him in the end.
“I wish that Sam had the body of when he first realized that he was bisexual”
Replacing the corgi was a young boy one much younger than I had anticipated. He sat on the ground naked looking at me curiously and shocked me when he let out an imitation of a bark. I then remembered that I had only changed his body not his mind.
“I wish that Sam’s mind was back to normal but that he can’t move his body except to speak and look around. Also I wish this apartment was sound proof”
Loosing his control over his body sent the small boy collapsing on the ground and had crying out in surprise. I picked him up causing him yell more but I ignored him and then set him down on the couch so that he was laying long ways with his head resting on the arm. His arms were by his sides leaving his smooth bare front exposed. He was about to yell some more when we both heard Melissa’s door open. Sam tried to look but the back of the couch blocked his view but I got to see Melissa leave her room wearing an incredibly sexy set of black lingerie that perfectly fit her pail cream skin. For me it was easy to see that her bra was a little too small given her recent size increase. I also noticed a bulge in her panties that could have been missed if I hadn’t known what to look for. She than walked to the back of the couch and looked over it to see who had been yelling.
“So who is our little guest here. He looks far too cute to be the mean mugger we saw before” said Melissa in a playful tone.
“This is Sam and he was indeed that naughty boy but he is now ready to be punished. Was my answer matching her tone and joining her to stare at the frightened former mugger.
“No don’t touch me. Why can’t I move. What did you do to my body” shouted Sam wiggling his head around but unable to move the rest of himself.
It was time to punish him but where to start.