A strange service dog. Usually they were pretty cooperative and well-behaved. Mr. Fluffy had a lot of personality for a dog that seemed very, um, unenergetic.
“Yeah, well, we have a confession,” Livvy said as they sat back down.
Mr. Fluffy was already asleep under the table. He didn’t seem like he was going to move, not even for a pup cup.
“A confession?” Maya asked.
The two other women shared a look, then Millie grimaced. “Mr. Fluffy isn’t a service dog. I lied.”
“You lied?” she repeated.
“Yep,” Millie said. “Totally lied. I didn’t like those women, Mr. Fluffy didn’t like those women. And he didn’t like your boss, either, I’m afraid. He’s a good judge of character and I didn’t want to get any of us into trouble so I lied. Are you mad?”
Maya couldn’t stop herself from bursting into laughter.
“I’m guessing this means you’re not mad?” Millie asked in a hopeful voice.
“Nope. Not mad at all. That was smart thinking, although I should warn you that you might want to write something on his leash or collar next time you bring him by. David didn’t think to check this time and he can’t ask for paperwork, but he might look Mr. Fluffy over next time to make sure he is actually a service dog.”
“I think next time I’ll leave him at home,” Millie told her as their drinks arrived, including Mr. Fluffy’s pup cup. He heaved himself up, sitting at Millie’s side immediately. Huh, he really could move fast when he wanted to.
“I would have left him at home this time, but he insisted on coming,” Millie explained.
He’d insisted on coming?
Maya loved animals. She had three dogs of her own. And if she had the room, she’d adopt more. So she understood that animals had their own personalities. And quirks.
Mr. Fluffy seemed to have more than most, though.
“When I went to get into the car, he pushed me aside and jumped in. And then he wouldn’t move. Honestly, once he had a vet appointment and I had to call Spike to come home and help me find him. He’d hidden in a closet and then refused to come out. But today, for some reason, he decided he was coming no matter what. And I thought it might do him good since he's seemed a bit sad lately.”
“Oh no, why?” Maya asked. She hated to think of Mr. Fluffy being sad.
“I don’t know. I’m thinking about getting him a friend. Maybe a cat.”
“Does Spike know your plan?” Livvy asked.
“Oh no, Spike isn’t really a cat person. But what’s he going to do if I come home with a cat?”
“Spank your ass,” Livvy said dryly.
“Oh well. Not like that hasn’t happened before.” Millie waved her hand through the air.
Wait. Really?
She was starting to wonder if Millie could be a sub. Maybe even a Little? She certainly seemed to like dinosaurs.
Not that that necessarily meant anything.
“Here you go, Mr. Fluffy. Your pup cup!” Millie held the cup and Mr. Fluffy let out a huff before his large tongue started licking the whipped cream.
Yeah, he definitely liked that.
“You don’t mind being spanked?” Maya asked curiously, hoping Millie didn’t mind.
Millie shrugged. “Nah. I mean, I know the rules. I break them, I get punished. I agreed to that so it’s not a problem. Besides, after a spanking everything is forgiven, and I like that. No bringing it back up all the time, no arguments. And sometimes Spike’s spankings are more sexy than they are serious. Those are the best.” Millie sighed. “Oh, and a spanking is way better than some other punishments.”
There were other punishments?
