Warning: insanity!Barry punishment. Tried to keep the blood mild for everyone.

Barry hesitantly approached the cage. His eyes drifted shut. A deep breath in, and hold.

She opened the door. A big padlock smacked across the frames. He wasn't sure how she could call it a kennel. It was a big rectangular cage, with rust between the squares of the metal bars. A door, about as tall as him, was creaky with a bloody iron odor. The 5x6 space was carpeted with a thick neoprene cushion. Newspapers were layered in the back, which was his new bathroom. Pillows and plushies shaped like pet items were set up near the door, reducing the size of the interior. The floor was littered with toys. A holed ball with a bell inside, a tennis ball, a large red chew stick that smelled of gravy and baby food dinner, and various squeakies and plushies that had actual pet treats. It was obvious that this was his new home and bed.

He would've broke into tears at that moment, if he hadn't realized that the kennel was his safe space. Not necessarily safe from this crazy reality of course, but safe from her. He was actually eager to do this after how the morning's been.

As his paws went towards the entrance, she stopped him with a grab of his collar. Harley yanked him up by the collar.

He gagged, the skin and fat on his neck and chin being pulled tight. His fingertips barely touched the floor as he was lifted up to her level. It was definitely going to leave a bruise as deep as his windpipe.

Harley pulled something from the cage. A 4' leather leash was tied to the bars and was getting clipped to his collar.

The instant she dropped him, his shaking elbows and knees took him into the kennel.

He squirmed around in it, the leash and his paws making it hard to to go all the way in and turn around. Whenever his cock and balls weren't being smashed by his legs, his shoulders grazed the cold bars.

She cupped her hands together and sighed. "How cute!"

The insanity was rubbing off on him. His erection engorged with angry blood. If one thing wasn't in his way, it was another. Her cooing and laughing wasn't helping him any. Having a safe space was a thing he could actually enjoy about this fuckshow, but apparently it wasn't going to work. He was grumbling, almost growling, trying to force past the limits of the damn leash. It wouldn't let him even turn around to face the door and pillows after entering.

"Ah! Such a playful boy, loving his kennel."

Barry thrashed within the bars, hard enough to knock the kennel out of the corner. His head throbbed, his mind was being shred like an orange peel. As powerless as powerless could be. As frustrated as could be. He caught the leash in his mouth and slammed his teeth down, and jerked so hard that it created a small tear in the coating

Something cracked on his butt. Welts and white swelling immediately surfaced on his ass cheek, and the skin broke open. He froze in shock, unable to process the way it stung like a million hornets, before breaking down into sobs.

"Hey! You don't ruin Mommy's stuff!"

Tears splattered down onto the newspaper. His head dropped, the cage bars pressing his pet ears against his face. His chin didn't even have time to quiver, and he couldn't breathe enough to hiccup between profuse bawling. Harley rubbed his searing ass with her whip toy, smearing the small globs of blood around to keep it bleeding.

"You be nice! You! Don't! Bite!"

He growled at that. His mouth drooled a big ball of spit, ready to rip the leash in two, just to piss her off. In given time, he could do it.

"Turn. Around." She ordered him to face her.

Barry jerked his head. Didn't she realize it's what he'd been trying to do? "I FUCKING CAN'T."

He was wrong when he thought the first whip hurt. This whip made him bleed before the swelling even began. His dry throat couldn't even push out a tiny weep. His body couldn't feel itself, nor the wound from the previous whip. Hell fire erupted and nearly sucked him in, ass first. Either his tear ducts ran out of tears, or he couldn't feel them gently tread his face.

Her voice lowered, soft as velvet. "C'mon, babes, let's turn around to Mommy." She untied the leash from the cage and took it over her wrist. She reached into the door and wrapped her arms around him to force his body around. Knocking his body against the bars and heaving his bony body didn't even faze him, but it was compensated by how wet it made her to see his red hams jiggle and bleed.

Barry sunk into the bedding, being the most comfortable thing ever right now. Collapsed, laying on his elbows and knees, with eyes so crimson that the welling tears resembled blood.

He couldn't look at her. He wasn't only embarrassed - he was terrified. If this was what she meant by taming, she sure could do hell of a job. Just now was the searing slowly getting better, but he'd still be paralyzed for a while.

"Look at Mommy." Her cold hand held his cheek, thumb brushing his wet eye.

He broke down into sobs again. Harley's hand was the only thing holding his head up.

Her eyes twinkled at his. "You were bad. I had to punish ya."

He muttered, saliva shaking in his throat. His ears were turned off, as well as his eyes. All he could think about was the stinging, and how the blood beat against the wounds when it tried to clot. For once, he didn't want her to go away or to stop touching him, or to not hear her annoying voice. He was more worried about praying the pain away.

"You can't chew on Mommy's nice things. You can't be violent. You definitely can't scream at Mommy." Harley let go of his collar and face so she could pop his cage shut and lock him in. She pulled up a thin fleece blanket, scarlet with yellow plaid. He flinched and she hushed him as she draped the blanket over his kennel. "Someone needs to go back to sleep."