Pet waited, then he sent Prickoless away.
Pet gripped a handful of his Kitten’s hair and pulled her face so she could look at him. He spoke very quietly to his Kitten saying, “I can see I need to teach you some manners. You need to know your place. You belong to me, and by default to Mistress, as everything I have belongs to Mistress.”
Pet went on to say, “It is not your place to determine what happens to Prickoless or to humiliate him without specific permission being granted. You clearly heard Mistress say that I was responsible for your behaviour.”
Pet shook her and then let go of her hair, saying, “You simply need to accept your punishment.”
Mistress’s punishments happened in different ways: personal orgasm denial (and this included anything required to ensure you couldn’t orgasm), denial of you tasting or feeling the cum of your Sir for a period of time, or spanking by hand or by implement. For more serious infractions, a mix of the punishments occurred.
Kitten’s jaw hit the floor, for each punishment would be difficult for her to face. She had never been spanked in her life. Also, she loved the taste of her Sir’s cum. And she couldn’t help cumming – it just happened. Sometimes, she just wished she could control herself.
Pet said, “I have yet to determine what level of punishment I require of you, Kitten, but let me tell you, whatever happens to you, Mistress will ensure happens to me too. This is what she means when she says I am responsible for your behaviour. You have to understand that words and actions matter.
“But more than anything, if you want to wear a collar, obedience is essential. You will learn you speak only when spoken to, and only the truth is acceptable, whatever the consequences may be.”
Kitten nodded, becoming a little afraid, yet strangely aroused.
“Now, Kitten,” Pet caressed her cheek as he spoke rhetorically, “just what are we going to do with you?”
Next time Pet spoke it was to order Kitten to bend over the kitchen table and open her legs. Kitten looked at her Sir through hurt eyes and truculently moved toward the table. Kitten was a runner and her butt was tight, firm and well-shaped. It was going to take some strategic work to break her of her petulance. But it had to be done; she had to learn not to take matters into her own hands.
Sir caressed each cheek softly before letting rip on each cheek. The resounding sound brought Mistress into the kitchen. She moved to the head of the table where she could watch Kitten’s eyes as the spanking took place. She licked her lips at the thought of what this meant for her personal enjoyment.
After delivering three spanks to each cheek, Sir ran his fingers between his Kitten’s butt cheeks. And as soon as Kitten felt the fingers of her Sir caress her lips in the presence of Mistress, she wanted to explode. She needed to cross her legs as the heat in her cunt was hotter than her reddening cheeks. Pet kept spanking until the tears began in earnest. Kitten was racked with the pain in her butt and the desire of her cunt and something had to give.
Mistress spoke for the first time and said, “Kitten, I will inform you if and when you may orgasm next.” She looked hard into Kitten’s eyes and said, “You know where the door is. If you choose to walk out of it, you will never receive the pleasure you crave from your Sir.
“Now, Pet, whilst I am pleased that you have disciplined Kitten, I want you to go to my room and fetch my tawse. Kitten needs to see the cost of her behaviour on you.”
Pet bowed before his Mistress and went dutifully to do what his Mistress directed without a second thought. He returned promptly with the leather tawse and handed the implement to Mistress.
Mistress asked Kitten to hold out her hand. With a flick of her wrist, she gently spanked her with the thick split leather. Kitten smarted in a manner that surprised her for she knew she had been spared much pain.
Pet went to the table and bent over in submission. Pet turned his head so that he could look at Kitten whilst he was being punished. Each thwack left a mark. Each thwack jolted the table. Through each thwack, Pet took a breath and kept his silence, his eyes fixed on his Kitten. Tears started to drip down Kitten’s cheeks as she saw the strength and stoicism of her Sir. He took her punishment on himself and bore the marks that she should bear. She moved to the table and lay across her Sir, took the pain herself and, in so doing, confirmed her submission
