Rory and his Grandma
#3 of Rory
Rory and his Grandma
By : Panthera
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After Rory's adventures on the train ride to his grandmother's, he was a little nervous when he saw the burly lion conductor giving a note to his grandmother.
The white tigress put the note in her pocket, and smiled at ROry when she saw the tiger cub coming off of the train.
Feeling relieved as he saw her smile, Rory padded over to her and hugged her tight. She made a happy purrr and hugged him back as well, then gace his face a lick.
He giggled and took her paw. "So how was your train ride here Rory?" she asked, though still smiling.
He hesitated a second before answering. "Uhm ... was okey gram'ma. How's you been?"
She chuckled softly and ruffled his headfur "Oh not too bad little one. Do have a bit of a problem though."
Rory looked up at her questioningly.
She smiled. "I have a big bowl of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies at home ... but no one who likes to eat them. There's far too much for me to eat all alone. Just going to have to throw some of them out I guess."
Rory grinned. "Nuh uh! I help ya eat 'em!"
She chuckled and nodded as they began walking to her home. "Would you? That's very helpful of you Rory."
Rory smiled and nuzzled her paw a bit as he held it. She purred to him some, but they didn't say anything else on the short walk back to her house.
Rory smiled as he stepped in. He always liked how ig her house was, and he could smell the wonderful scents of her cooking all throughout the house. As they were hanging up their coats, for it was very cool and cloudy outside, his grandmother turned to Rory, looking serious suddenly. "Rory ... will you come with me please?"
Rory gulped a little but nodded and followed her. They walked through the kitchen, Rory eyeing the bowl of cookies but not stopping, past the living room, down the hallway, and finally into his grandmother's bedroom.
He looked at the picture of his grandfather, a big and strong looking orange and black tiger, but then turned to his grandmother as she sat on her bed. "Come over here cub."
Rory padded over to her side, then up onto the bed. "Yeah gram'ma?"
She gave him a small frown, but it was enough to make Rory's feelings sink. ."The conductor on the train told me about how you were behaving on there Rory. That really dissapoints me."
He frowned and began to sniffle, not because he knew what he had coming, but because his grandmother was the last fur in the world he had ever wanted to dissapoint. "I sorry gram'ma."
Her frown lightened noticably at that. "That's good of you Rory, you know it's wrong to behave like that don't you?"
He only nodded a little, not looking up at her face.
"Good cub ... but you know I should punish you for that."
Again he could only nod.
She leaned down to give his head a little lick. "Rory?"
He looked up to her, only to see her smiling just a little to him. "Yeah?"
She hugged him with both arms and purred. "I still love you Rory. I always will, no matter how you behave."
He managed a small smile at that and nuzzled into her hug. She held him close like that for a long while, rocking him slowly in her arms, and purring to him all the while.
After a good amount of time had passed, she gave him a nuzzle, then a soft lick and sat up again "Rory .. we should get this over with you know."
He nodded some and stood up. "Want me to get undressed?"
She padded over to her dresser and gave a nod, "Yes. That's how all cubs should get their punishments."
He only gave a nod and starts to undo the clasps on his overalls. After he got himself fully undressed, he turned around and saw his grandmother sitting on her bed, holding a wooden hairbrush in her paw. "C'mere cub ... on my lap."
Rory padded over quietly and slid over her lap, moving his tail to the side. She could see a little bit of red on his rear still from his earlier spanking, but she knew a nice warmer would make it even harder to forget his manners.
She lifted the wooden brush up, then smacked it down onto his young rear. He immediately gave a yelp and started to cry, even though the pain wasn't terribly bad, but still definately bad enough to get his attention.
His grandmother held him down with one paw, and continued to spank him with the other one. She made sure she covered all of his backside, the top, the middle, the bottom, the center of it, and even to give a few sharp swats of the brush to his thighs.
Rory jumped and yelped at every single smack, each one managing to hrut some more, and to make him wimper and cry more. When she finally stopped, the little cub was bawling and writhing about on her lap, tears pouring down his orange and black-striped cheeks.
The white tigress lifted him up, and setting the brush aside, hugged him to her chest tightly, holding him there with an arm on his back, but not touching his very red, and she knew, very sore rear. The small cub continued to cry and nuzzle against her, wanting the hurt to go away, though he did find himself feeling a tiny bit better since he knew for sure her love was still there and strong as it ever had been. She held him close for a long time, even after he'd fell asleep in her arms. She still rocked him gently back and forth, purring to him and licking his ears softly.
Eventually, she laid down on her bed, still holding Rory in a warm hug, pulled a warm quilt over them both, and she fell asleep too.
When Rory woke up, he felt entirely better. He smiled and nuzzled against his grandmother's neck a bit, causing her to wake as well. She smiled, and kissed his head "How you feeling little cub?"
He smiled "All good gram'ma."
She nodded, smiling still, "Because you are a good cub. Now how about some breakfast?"
Rory smiled "Cokies?"
She giggled "Not for breakfast .. but if you eat everything, you might be allowed to have one or two, alright?"
He nodded and smiled, getting up as she did.
They went downstairs, and she made a big ham and cheese omelette for each of them, and poured them each a glass of orange juice. Rory ate it all down politely, smiling as his grandmother let him have just one cookie after their meal.
"Now Rory ... how about helping me with these dishes?"
He smiled and odded, liking it when he could help out his grandmother. She did the washing and set him to drying them with a towel. One of the wet dishes started to slip, and though Rory tried to grab it again, it fell to the floor and shattered there.
His grandmother looked down suddenly, to see if Rory had been cut, ut he had already jumped back from the broken dish. "Aww dammit!"
She blinked and frowned at him, looking very uoset. "Rory! What did you just say?"
He frowned and suddenly realized what he had said. "Uhm ... dangit ... said dang gam'ma."
She padded over to him and frowned. "I heard what you said Rory. I don't at all like that kind of language."
He looked down at his feet "Was accident gram'ma."
She knelt down and turned him so he was looking at her. "I know it was Rory. I'm not mad for you dropping the plate, but that language I won't stand for, even if you didn't mean to say it. Dirty language like that never helps anything Rory."
He gave a small nod of his head "Just .. slipped gram'ma. I sorry."
She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I know ... but you do need to be reminded not to say such bad words."
He frowned some "Wan' me go to your room 'gain?"
She shook her head. "No Rory, come with me."
He took her paw, wondering what he was in for now. To his surprise, she led him into the bathroom. She sat him up on the vanity, and started running water in the sink.
He watched everything curiously, not even understanding why she was getting a washcloth soapy.
She turned to him, "Rory ... I don't allow dirty language in this house, and I doubt your parents would stand for it either. I certainly know your father wouldn't. That's why I'm going to have to clean out your mouth."
He blinked in confusion. "How?"
"Open up your moth Rory."
He frowned, but did as she said. She took the soapy washcloth on her paw and frowned some "And if you bite my paw Rory ... you'll be a very sorry cub." then she put the washcloth into his muzzle, and started scrubbing.
Rory acked and tried to get away from the wicked, nasty taste of the soap, but she held him close with her free paw, and kept scrubbing. His cheeks got soaped first, then his teeth, top and bottom, followed by a very thourough scrubbing of his tongue.
Rory could only sit there and take it, though he did keep gagging and trying to spit out the soap. He made sure not to bite down on her paw, though he very much felt like doing so. After spending a minute or so like this, she rolled the washccloth up, put it in his muzzle, then held his muzzle closed on it with both paws.
He squirmed and shook, but couldn't get out of her grip, no matter what he did. After struggling for a little while, he just sat there, frowning and accepting the ugly taste in his muzzle.
His grandmother looked down at him. "Rory?"
He looked up at her with his eyes.
"Are you ever going to use that dirty language again? Even if no one is around?"
He shook his head a bit in her paws.
She gave a nod, "Good." she let her paws go "You can rinse out now."
Rory quickly took the cloth out of his mout, spat as much soap as he could into the sink, then started to rinse out with cups of water, doing his very best not to swallow any more soap. His grandmother stood there, watching him, waiting until he finished.
He looked up at her againa fter he finally could stop feeling sick. "Now what gram'ma?"
She knelt down and hugged him close. "Now Rory ... go to my rom and lay down on the bed. You take a nap and I'll finish up in the kitchen, then come in and see you."
He gave her a kiss on the cheek, which made her purr, and went into her room. He curled up under the quilt again, but couldn;t get to sleep, a bit of a bad feeling still in his gut.
A short while later, she came in and laid down next to him, "Rory? Why are you still awake cub?"
He nestled up close to her side and looked up at her "sorry I used bad word gram'ma. No mean make you mad."
She nodded and kissed him, smiling, "I know, and I'm not upset anymore."
He gave a little nod, but still was frowning.
"Still feeling bad huh?"
Rory nodded and nuzzled up against her chest. "Think ... I ought be spanked 'gain gram'ma?"
She started to rub a paw up and down his back softly. "Do you?"
He rubbed back against her paw, giving a little nod.
She nodded and sat up, patting her lap "Get over here then Rory. It's very good of you to tell me if you need a spanking like this."
He gave a nod as he climbed over her lap again. "Make gram'ma proud?"
She smiled. "Rory .. you've always made me proud, and you always will."
He smiled as he lifted his rear up a bit more for her.
His grandmother gave several soft pats with her paw, then nodded, "Alright then grandson." Her paw raised up, then came down with a hard smack on the cub's rear end. he jumped by reflex and startd to sniffle some, but he didn't kick or squirm like he usually did. He stayed as still as he could on her lap, letting her swat his backside all she felt he needed.
She didn't let him get away with a light spanking either. She did lay into him, her paw whooshing through the air each time before it landed true on his rear, each time leaving a bright pink paw mark on the flesh there.
When she finished, Rory was sobbing and sniffling again, but he felt very good once again. She hugged him close, and once again, they both fell asleep under the quilt, with him nuzzled to her chest.
The rest of the week he was there, Rory made extra sure he was on his best behavior all the time, and he never said another bad word, not in front of his grandmother anyway.
THE END