Chapter Eight
Blythe woke up freezing, lying naked in her bed. She remembered why she’d fallen asleep in this manner—like a pet with no blanket. Reaching back, she tenderly ran her hands over her abraded skin; she didn’t have to look to know there were marks left there. Pressing randomly, she found a few tender spots, no doubt a mirror image of the damnable paddle used by that wretched nanny of hers.
Looking at the ceiling, the blue image said it was almost five in the evening, meaning Xan would be home any minute and then she’d be spanked again. But the punishment was worth it. All of the pain and humiliation was worth talking to Brinley. She hoped that Brinley would be able to contact Sarai, Mira and Lilianna. Gosh, how she missed her friends. She wondered what their houses were like and how they were treated. Brinley seemed genuinely surprised that Blythe was treated as a pet. Did any of the others wear a collar? Were they spanked until they sobbed, being put to bed as a stubborn child? Had any of them fallen in love like she had?
“I’m not sure I like you touching that red bottom.” Xan’s gravelly voice reverberated in the quiet, small room.
She startled, gasping, yanking her hand away from her spanked bottom.
“Get up.”
She didn’t hesitate—no need to poke the bear any further than she’d already done with her deeds today. Crossing her arms behind her, gripping each elbow, she kept her tits pushed forward.
“Good girl.” He tweaked her nipple, squeezing it harshly before pulling it taut and before releasing the reddened tip. “You were paddled by your nanny, and from what I see, it appears you learned a good lesson about not getting up from your nap to sneak candy without permission. Is that so?” He stalked around her, lifting each buttock, as well as pressing and poking the plump cheeks.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Mmmmm. ‘Tis a pity because I need to continue that punishment, and you’re already quite red.”
She brightened just a bit.
Will I get a reprieve?
“Not so fast, kitten. You should know that when it is deserved, I never delay a punishment in this house, do I?”
“N-no, Sir.” She cleared her throat, unsure if she should ask a question. “Sir?”
He raised his eyebrows, and lifting her chin, he burrowed his stare into her. “Speak.”
“Uhm…I need to use the bathroom.” She kept her eyes riveted to his own, not wanting to show any weakness but doing her best to keep any attitude from showing on her face.
“Interesting. Have you earned the privilege of using our bathroom?”
“That is for you to decide, Master.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Now you decide that deference is the way to proceed.”
Smart girl.
He continued, “I’ve decided pissing in the backyard is exactly what you deserve tonight, pet.”
She moaned quietly, keeping most of her disappointment inside. Having anticipated this, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but hope always sprung eternal.
“Enough. You asked for this.” He snapped her collar on. “Bend over. Hands on the bed.”
She knew he’d be inserting her tail. She bent over, widening her stance in preparation. His cool hands spread her cheeks, and the cold, hard end of the plug pressed against her anus. Pushing back on the plug, she opened the tight muscle, allowing the tail to plop into her dark channel. The fluffy tail that had become so much a part of her life since coming to Dr. Breckett’s household, the large white fox tail brushed familiarly against her thighs. The soft hair comforted her, took her to a place where she didn’t have to think, didn’t have to wonder what was next. She followed orders. Did as she was told quickly and obediently with no sass or comment.
Pets didn’t talk, didn’t question, and didn’t worry. They looked to their master to fulfill their needs—guide, feed, protect, stroke, and love.
And with the harsh discipline she’d receive tonight, she’d know without a shadow of a doubt while he petted her body, her ass, and her tail, he loved her beyond any measure. He’d flick the bell on her collar, smiling down at her when it jingled while giving him a blow job, and despite her sore ass, and the remnants of tears coursing down her cheeks, she’d be safe in his arms. All would be right, their dynamic whole and everything in order as it should be. He was her Master, and she was his slave and pet. He ordered and she obeyed. All the years that she felt something was missing in her life, she would have never guessed that this would be what she yearned for, but indeed it made her whole.
With a thick, loud slap to her still-sore ass, he pulled her upright. A meaty finger under her chin kept her gaze where he wanted it. “Any deviance from your training will add to your ass beating. Keep it in mind.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Yes, Master.”
He snapped the leash onto her collar. “Ready.”
Slowly she dropped to her knees, as gracefully as she could, not wanting to slip or wobble bringing the lash of the leash onto her backside. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on the floor, her breasts brushing against her arms, the bell on her collar jingling.
Xan emitted a low growl deep in his chest, and even without a look, she knew his cock would be a rod of steel behind those impeccably pressed dress pants, his balls tight and close to his body. She longed to run the pad of her finger along the ridged creases of the large sac, delighting in her power over him when he’d gasp his arousal loudly and almost beyond control.
“Shake your tits for me before we go, girl.”
She jostled her body, the large heavy globes now full of her baby’s milk, swaying, the movement almost painful. Almost. The dull ache pulling on her womb, amping up her arousal, and her clit throbbing.
The tinkling of the bell had become a Pavlov’s response for both of them. It signaled her submission. Sexual delight and satisfaction. And for him it signaled his blow job or titty fucking. And for both of them—a mind-blowing orgasm.
She continued to jostle her breasts, not stopping until he ordered it. The plump flesh lightly bumped against each other, and she grit her teeth against the discomfort of the process.
He squatted in front of her, his legs spread wide, the outline of his hard cock pressed at the seam of his pants. She fought against the urge to drag her fingernail along the synthetic material, teasing every vein and ridge of his penis.
But as was normal, her Master didn’t miss her intent. “Hands to yourself, pet.”
Her face flushed as she nodded.
He pulled harshly on her nipples, pinching the tightened buds. “Very pretty. My milk maid has some very fine tits. We’ll play with your milk later, girl.” His large hands slapped each of the dangling globes, his pupils dilated with a hint of a smile curving his lip slightly. Smooshing the breasts together, he abruptly let go, watching them wobble and sway.
Blythe, of course, couldn’t keep her eyes away from his crotch. The twitching jerk of his dick visible behind his pants caused her pussy to spasm, seeking the fullness of his abnormally large appendage.
Abruptly standing, he commanded, “Come along.”
She did her best to heel, as trained, and kept her thighs spread enough, preventing her labia from rubbing along her very sensitive clit, thereby causing an unapproved, spontaneous orgasm.
Blythe swore she’d never adjusted to him parading her through the house. Her humiliation and degradation were on public display…and no doubt fueled gossip amongst the staff.
“She’s been particularly headstrong and ungovernable today, Master.” Ganza scowled at Blythe, whose gut reaction was to stick her tongue out at her nanny. A bit immature—for even her—but she refrained, knowing that he’d have Ganza paddle her immediately, which would not detract one iota from the whipping she’d receive later.
“That she has, Nanny. Incorrigible is a good word for her today. She knows the rules and purposefully disobeyed them to steal some besloor.” He tsked loudly.
Christ, how he loved that damn rebuke. Blythe found herself ruing the day she’d taught him that.
Xan continued, “I see you’ve made your mark on her, or so to speak, and I too shall be making a firm impression. First, she has to pee in the backyard. Cook, please delay dinner for another hour, if you don’t mind.”
Agnes responded politely. “It is no problem at all, Sir. The rascally brat needs her comeuppance, and we’ll all breathe a bit easier when she’s subdued again.”
Damn, that woman!
“Oh, really?” He cleared his throat, jerking on Blythe’s leash.
She lifted her gaze to his dark, angry eyes, fearing what this meant for the rest of her evening.
“Sit up.”
Blythe sat on her heels, arms clasped behind her back, not taking her gaze away from his, although she’d have loved nothing more than to send some daggers from her eyes toward the fucking cook.
“Let me address this with all of you since everyone is present for my bad girl’s walk of shame. If any of you—and I do mean any of you—sees Blythe slipping in her submission, a rise of defiance, and any attitude or behavior that is not to my, or your, liking, you’re to report it to me immediately. Her submission is a household issue. Although her objective is to meet my demands and please me at all times, you’re all part of my immediate circle, and if she treats anyone with anything but respect, I’m to be notified immediately. Understand?” He looked each employee in the face.
“Yes, Sir,” they all mumbled in unison.
“Agnes, first, I’m not upset, but can you explain to me what you witnessed that made you feel Blythe’s behavior has been not up to standard, and why you feel that others, not just you would breathe easier with some of the defiance whipped out of my pet?” Looking over his shoulder at Blythe, he slipped his hand from the leash, holding it more as a doubled over strap, causing her to shift in nervousness, her juices pooling at the entrance of her sex.
Why does this make me drip every single time?
“Well, Sir, she rolls her eyes often at us and takes her sweet time obeying a request, or even an order. And sometimes, Sir, she’ll refuse to look at us or respond to a request, and we have to appeal to Ganza or Billex to encourage her obedience.” Agnes tilted her chin up and narrowed her eyes toward Blythe.
Xan raised his eyebrows, looking truly shocked. He turned his attention to his nurse and butler. “Is what she speaks of the truth?”
Ganza momentarily wrung her hands before responding, “Well, yes, Sir. She’s done it a couple of times this week…maybe more.”
“We’ll discuss this later. I’m disappointed.” Inquiring silently, Xan inclined his head toward Billex.
“Well, Sir, she’s usually a very good girl for me. But I’ve been called to assist Cook and one of the cleaning staff with her attitude this week alone. I wanted to give her a reprieve because it’s not usually a normal response, in my opinion. I apologize for not informing you sooner.”
Xan shook his head, pivoting to face Blythe. “Keep that chin up.” He then burrowed his dark gaze into her, his jaw flexing in anger, all the while slapping the leash against his thigh.
If Blythe was feeling an urgency to void before, it was now almost impossible to hold her water. Her body trembled, her bell tinkling slightly.
“You’re in for a hell of a blistering, girl.”
She nodded resolutely.
“If there is anything else that needs to be confessed, now is the time. All of you.”
He was greeted with stone silence. Xan’s grim countenance had immobilized everyone. They barely breathed in his presence.
“You’ll be punished in front of the staff. You’ll be disrespected as you’ve disrespected them.”
With no further communication, he jerked on her leash. She went into position and heeled with him outside. It was dark already and the dew had settled on the ground. Blythe’s knees and hands were now wet and cold with it.
Much to her chagrin, Xan stopped in front of the kitchen window where all the staff were watched in hopes of catching a glimpse of Blythe’s degradation. Well, this was their lucky day, because her master appeared to be in just the mood to debase her publicly.
Staring at the wet ground covered in a moss like growth, not quite grass, she waited on all fours for his order.
“Turn and face the window.”
First, she looked at his face. No doubt hers was aghast. Second, she looked over at the servants, her nanny, and butler. The mortification that filled her body had her rooted to the spot.
He fisted his mammoth hand in her hair, gripping it so tightly the burn had her screeching, her eyes filling with tears.
“Ow! Oh…oh God!”
“When I say move, you move, girl. My orders aren’t child’s play—or something you only follow when you’re good and ready. Your compliance isn’t just desired; it is demanded!”
With a brutal jerk of her head, no doubt a clump of hair ripped out to boot, he left her in a heap facing the house. “Rise up onto your haunches, legs spread. I want them all seeing that cunt.”
Dear God!
She balanced on her feet, her knees up, her thighs pressed tightly to her chest. Blythe wrapped her arms around her legs, her body shaking more in embarrassment than cold. A cool breeze brushed against the wet inner furls of her sex, her juices dripping in a worrisome and perplexing manner.
Why? Why does my body betray me? Now of all times.
“Hurry up and piss, girl. I’m hungry, and I have much to do with you before my belly will be filled with dinner.”
Holding her white tail up, she closed her eyes to the intense stares of others, willing herself to release her bladder. In but a short time, the hiss of her urine leaving her body could be heard, the steam rising when it met the cold earth, and, of course, after waiting for relief for such an extended period, it felt like her piss would never end. The stream snaked through the dirt before her, puddling just a couple of feet away. Watching the evidence of her shame making an obvious pool for all to see affected her worse than the act itself. Her tears fell unbidden down her cheeks, drenching her neck.
It was when she sniffled that Xan leaned around to peek at her. “I know the debasement stings, pet, which is why I’m doing it. You’ll respect my staff in the future, yes?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Come, let’s get you inside for your spanking.”