Rory's Afternoon
#1 of Rory
Rory's Afternoon
By : Panthera
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It was an afternoon like any other. The sun was shining brightly outside, and was making his little room on the west side of the house bright and warm inside.
It was a nice room, but not terribly striking. There were some toys laying here and there, but most of them were put away were they belonged. His bed was
unmade though. He knew even though he was a little tiger cub he was supposed to have made his bed by now, but he just didn't feel like it that day. He was too busy playing, and had been even since breakfast.
Rory heard his mother calling him for lunch, and he knew he should probably go right away, but he wanted to play a bit longer. Instead of going down right away, he stayed in his room, tossing his stuffed tiger up in the air, and catching it every time. He heard his mother's calls becoming louder and angrier, but he
decided he'd go downstairs when he was good and ready. And besides, he had barely dressed himself since breakfast, he was so busy playing. He knew his mother didn't like him to wear only his underoos all day long, but ever since he had started playing, he had forgotten about getting dressed as well.
Then Rory heard something that made him drop his stuffed tiger when it came down again. His mother had roared. She only did that when she was very angry with him. He crawled off of his unmade bed and tried to crawl underneath it, with his stuffed tiger, to hide from her.
He heard her walk into the room, growling with anger. The she yelled, "Rory!! Get out here right away!"
Rory heard himself mew under the bed he was so scared, and he tried to crawl further underneath. Before he could get much further though, he felt his mother's strong paw close around his back leg and pull him backwards, even as he tried to grab onto the carpet.
Before he knew it, Rory was standing in front of his mother, looking down at his footpads. He was scared, and his mother's yelling wasn't helping any. "Rory! You were supposed to get dressed, make your bed, and pick up the rest of these toys this morning! But look! You haven't done anything I told you to do have you? Well, look at me! Have you?"
Rory looked up, then had to fight the urge to look down again. His mother's face was really angry, and she was still growling a little. "No momma. I'm sorry."
She sat down on his bed, still looking angry. "I guess someone needs their behind warmed to remind them to do what they're told. Get over here Rory."
Rory mewled and tried to back away. Before he had taken a step, his mother had grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the bed. He was now sitting on her lap, and she was holding tightly onto his arm. She growled louder at him then spoke angrily, "Trying to get away again? I'll teach you not to listen to me little cub."
Rory squealed and tried to wiggle free, but found it was no good. Soon, he was bent over his mother's knee, and trying to plead with her not to spank him. "Please momma! I'll do everything right away! I promise!"
"It's too late for being sorry Rory. Maybe next time you'll do what I tell you instead of playing all day."
Then, as Rory tried to think of what to do next, he felt her paw sliding off his underoos, while her other paw held him down against her knee. Rory closed his eyes, already sniffling with what he knew was going to come. He had already learned that when she gave him a completely nude spanking, she really was angry, and he'd really be in pain.
Then it started. Al he heard was her growling, then the quick and painful smacks on his little tiger behind, and soon, those were drowned out by the sounds of his own crying. His mother kept of spanking him, using her paw to smack all over his behind, down his legs a little ways, and between his inner thighs as well. The fur in those areas was beginning to redden from the reddening of his flesh underneath.
Rory kicked and yelled out, trying anything he could think of to escape his mother's spanking, but nothing was working. Even though he kept crying and promising to be good in the future, as his behind got redder and redder and
considerably more painful with each of her smacks, his mother kept smacking his behind hard.
After about a minute, which seemed like an eternity to little Rory, she laid him down on the bed on his belly. She wasn't growling now, and actually sounded compassionate and happy like she normally did. "When you stop crying Rory, come downstairs, but don't put on any clothes. I'll explain when you get down there ... and do hurry down."
Rory looked at her, his sight still blurred with tears, and nodded a little bit. He managed to choke out, "Ok ..." She smiled, patted his back softly and went on downstairs. Rory stayed there, crying until he felt he didn't have to cry anymore, though his behind was still hurting and, as he saw in the mirror when he went by, still red.
When he got downstairs, he went to his mother's leg, "Here I am momma."
She bent down and kissed his head softly. "You're not done being
punished Rory. Go stand in the corner and don't move until I tell you to."
Rory sighed and nodded, "Ok momma." He walked slowly over to the corner and stood there, looking at where the walls joined and trying not to move too much. He felt embarrassed that his little red behind was showing for everyone to see, even if his mother was the only one in the house.
After what Rory thought was a really long time, he heard the door open. He peeked over his shoulder a little and saw his father talking to his mother. He wanted to run over and hug his father, but knew he was supposed to stay in his corner, so he looked back at the walls and waited.
His father came over and kneeled down behind him, "Rory?"
Rory didn't turn around, but answered. "Yeah poppa?"
"Your mother tells me you were a very bad cub today. Why Rory?"
Rory looked down at his footpads again, "I dunno poppa."
His father nodded, "Rory, go up to your room. I'll be up there soon with the belt."
Rory mewled loudly, "No poppa! Not the belt! Please!"
His father gave Rory another good swat on his behind, "Go!"
Rory whined at the new pain, and ran upstairs, crying already with what he knew was coming. He hopped on his bed, on his belly, and tried not to cry, but his tears were coming already. Before long, his father walked in, carrying his black leather belt in one paw. "Rory?"
Rory whined again and looked to him, "Yeah ... poppa?"
"I think by now you know how you're supposed to be for the belt."
Rory nodded sadly, and slid down the bed until his legs were dangling over the edge, and his bottom was right on the edge of the bed.
His father kept talking. "Next time I tell you I'm coming with the belt Rory, I expect you ready like this before I get here, or you'll get five more smacks with the belt."
Rory mewed sadly and nodded.
"Move your tail Rory, and don't try to get free, or you'll be really sorry."
Rory didn't even want to try to imagine what really sorry was, so he held onto his sheet with his paws, and moved his tail up and out of the way. His father folded the belt in two, holding it in one paw now, and started.
The first smack on Rory's behind hurt even worse that his mother's spanking had earlier. He whined loudly, though it was muffled by his tears and crying.
His father sighed a little, "I hate to do this Rory, but you must learn to obey us." and he brought the belt down again.
Rory's legs kicked once, but he stayed in place, crying loudly and screaming from the new searing pain in his behind. The belt landed three more times. Each time Rory cried out like he was being murdered, and thought his dad was truly planning on killing him with that belt.
After the fifth smack, his father set the belt aside, and stood there, watching his son's behind turn dark red, and swell just a little along the marks the belt had left. He stayed standing there, watching and listening to Rory crying, but did nothing else. His mother downstairs heard Rory's crying but did nothing either.
After Rory's crying and yelling had died down some, his father sat down on the bed by him. "Rory?"
He looked up through drying tears, "Yeah ... poppa?"
"Are you going to be a good cub in the future?"
He sniffled and nodded, "Yeah poppa. Gonna be real good cub."
His father smiled. "Alright then. You're going to bed right away, no supper, and I think that will finish your punishment."
Rory nodded, "Ok poppa. I gotta wear my diaper?"
His father nodded. "Yes Rory, you do. Are you going to fuss about putting it on like you normally do?"
Rory meeped and shook his head quickly. "No poppa! I'm a good cub."
His father reached for the diaper, chuckling a little. "Alright cub. Onto your back."
Rory rolled over, crying again as he landed on his still very sore behind. He did everything his father told him, following to the letter. He lifted his legs up, letting his father slide his diaper under him, and then rolled to his side a little, so his tail could be pulled through the diaper. Then he laid back down, letting his father pin the diaper at his sides. After his plastic pants were on over the diaper, his father laid Rory down on his belly and smacked his diapered behind once more with his paw. Rory cried a bit more, burying his head in the pillow, and staying like that until he had cried himself to sleep.
As his father grabbed the belt and walked out of the room, he whispered to no one, "Goodnight Rory. Who knows what adventures you'll have in the future?"
THE END