On the surface, Sarah was a model student at the Thompson Finishing School and on track to become a privileged Brentwood wife. She obeyed nearly every rule to the letter, listened to staff and guests, and even submitted to uniform inspections with no more than a modest blush. Yet, there was one rule Sarah just couldn’t follow—she couldn’t keep her hands off herself. Furthermore, she didn’t think it was at all fair that she should be teased and stimulated by overzealous guests and during amatory arts class, but never allowed to orgasm.
She repeatedly failed her morning panty checks, and even failed random checks throughout the day when she let her mind wander. Staff had tried all the usual things with her. She’d been spanked between her legs multiple times. She’d been forced to wear a sign throughout the day that read “I dally myself!” on more than one occasion. They’d even put numbing cream on her crotch at night, forcing her to wear diapers. Nothing had any long term impact on her.
Sarah knew that girls who were labeled as “incorrigibles” would be dropped from the program and go on to who knows what. Rather than correcting her behavior to avoid this unknown, but no doubt unpleasant fate, however, she found a quiet place in the nearby woods to do her dirty little deed where she thought she wouldn’t be caught. On only her second visit she was already becoming careless. Sarah leaned back against her tree with her legs splayed apart and her her naughty fingers running up and down her moist slit. She was only moments away from orgasm when she heard Arthur Nelson, the headmaster’s voice above her.
All of her hopes and dreams of becoming a pampered, spoiled, Brentwood wife disintegrated as he produced a collar and slapped it around her neck. She wailed as he informed her that if she was going to act like an animal, she would be treated like one. He led her back to the school on her hands and knees, explaining that she “might as well get used to it!”
After being transferred to the Happy Paws Obedience School, Sarah was renamed “princess” and modified to what those in charge of her agreed would be a better fit for her—a puppy girl. Like all girls demoted to pet status, princess struggled at first. However, after graduating from obedience school, she fit so well into the role that she’d positively “charmed” her owner. So, much so that the vet says that she should be expecting her first litter soon!