“Oh no?” asked Ryder, “Do you pups, ever only get a few dozen swats, when I spank with my hand?”

Rocky grimaced at that…Ryder had him there.

They soon got to the Kennel.

Chase had been lying in a kennel, and looked out at them. He looked at Rocky, and then at Ryder.

(You know…calling it the kennel, might be a bit repetitive, since there are kennels in it. How about we stick to punishment room? Or the naughty room? You have any ideas?)

(naughty room is good)

Ryder took Rocky to the sink.

(Cool…isn’t mouth washing first?)

(okay, fixed my last post)

Rocky groaned, as he watched Ryder prep his cursing brush.

Ryder put it in front of Rocky's face.

Groaning, he kept his mouth closed, and he leaned back.

But Ryder shoved the brush into the pup's mouth.