Kiboko's Morning

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#3 of Kiboko


Kiboko's Morning

By : Panthera

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The day started out very pleasantly. The sun was shining brightly, there wasn't a hint of rain in the sky, not even a single cloud, and already it was nice and warm. It would have been a perfect day to have been a cub ... under different circumstances.

Kiboko slept restlessly in his mother's paws. Already she'd given him a few well-placed smacks earlier that night.

The young lion cub had been caught wandering around outside the pride's home very late the previous evening, far later than he should have even been awake. The late night guard had caught him wandering about. He had to deal with her lecture, then being brought back to his mother, who was not at all pleased to be woken up, much less for this reason.

She'd given him several firm swats with her paw, then told him to go to sleep. This time she held onto him in her paws, making sure he didn't go anywhere. Though he didn't know it, the guard who'd found him out had also taken the chance to speak with the king when he saw her in the morning. He was none too pleased by this situation either.

Kiboko woke up feeling himself shaken from side-to-side gently. "Wake up son. Someone wants to see you."

He yawned, and started to stretch out, his backside still aching a bit, when he looked up and saw the king standing there, staring down at him, frowning.

His voice was deep, and powerful, but Kiboko could also sense the shame in the voice. "Come with me cub."

Kiboko frowned, but knew better than to try to disobey a direct order from the king. He followed behind the king.

The morning was alive, birds were singing, bugs were buzzing, and all the other animals were coming to life. The king led Kiboko to a secluded area of grassland, then stopped. "Come here." Was all he said.

Kiboko gulped and padded forward in front of the king, trembling a bit.

"Why were you out of our cave so late last night Kiboko?" he asked.

The cub looked down at the ground and whimpered. "I dunno."

"You know it's dangerous out there at night." It wasn't a question.

"But I didn't see anything scary, and 'sides, I stayed close to our cave!" he pleaded.

The king gave an angry-sounding growl. "That is no excuse Kiboko! I think you know why I brought you here ... again."

Kiboko frowned. He'd expected this. "Yeah... " he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "How do you want me?"

The king almost smiled. "You'll be in the position soon enough cub. But for the moment, on your back."

Kiboko rolled onto his back, sighing.

"I think that what you need Kiboko is something to make this lesson stick in your mind for a long time. Don't you think so?"

He frowned again, but gave a nod, "So I remember not to be bad."

The king nodded. "Right. And if I see you move before I say so, I'll spank your hide from now until the stars come out. Got that?"

The cub whimpered again, but nodded.

"Good."

The king began to pad over the cub, and for a moment, Kiboko thought the king was going to sit on him. The king did sit down, but not on him. He sat down over him, and all Kiboko could really see was the king's belly over him, and the king's limp shaft resting on his belly.

Kiboko frowned and stayed still. "Open up cub" said the king, and so hesitantly, he opened his mouth up.

The king was looking down, watching him. "And don't you dare close your mouth either!"

Kiboko whined, and stayed put there.

The king, still watching, relaxed. A few moments later, Kiboko saw what the king had in mind.

The king's limp shaft lifted a little, then got a little bigger, and before Kiboko had time to think, the king began to urinate on the cub.

Kiboko was quick enough to close his eyes tightly, but his mouth he had to keep open, and he didn't know how to close his nostrils either. All he could do was lay there and try not to swallow.

The king began to grin, having saved his first pee of the morning for this. His flow just kept coming and coming, pouring out of him like a river, drenching the cub from ear to tail.

Kiboko coughed and hacked, but still was unable to keep all of it from going down his throat. He began to feel slightly sick to his stomach as the acrid liquid kept pouring down over him, and into him.

The king waited until he had fully relieved himself, and until Kiboko had stopped coughing and hacking. He looked down at the soaked cub and grinned a bit "So how do you feel Kiboko?"

The cub frowned. "Kinda sick ... an' nasty an' wet an' everything!"

The king gave an approving nod. "Good. Are you going to forget this?"

Kiboko shook his head quickly.

The king stepped back from the wet cub and sat down. He pointed at the ground before him. "Now get in the position cub."

Kiboko knew the position well. He stood in front of the king, facing to the side. Then he lowered his chest to the ground, rested his head on the ground and kept his eyes facing forward. He kept his backside lifted up as high as he could, and hoisted his tail straight up.

The king gave a nod. "And what happens now cub?"

Kiboko frowned. "Now ... you cuff me good an' hard sire."

Again he nodded. "Until when?"

Kiboko sighed, "Until you make me cry ... an' then whenever you think I've had enough after that."

"Correct. And why do I do this?"

"So I'll learn not to be bad again sire."

The king nodded. Kiboko still faced forward, away from the king.

He heard the king moving, and tried to brace himself, but couldn't do so in time.

The first swing of the king's strong, massive paw landed hard, right on target under Kiboko's tail.

The cub gave a loud mrewl! and jumped a bit, but stayed right where he was supposed to be.

The king's muzzle remained calm as he did this, just another one of his responsibilities to his kingdom. His paw landed a second time, then a third, and a fourth.

Each one got a new yipe or scream from the cub, and he was beginning to sniffle a lot by the fifth swat. Every cub knew there were stiff penalties for try to cry before you really had to in order to get it over with quicker.

By the seventh smack, the king's paw was stinging a little, but not nearly as much as the cub's bottom. The king stopped for a moment, watching the prostate cub before him sniff and cry, the tears running down his face glowing in the mid-day sunlight.

The lion decided an even ten smacks should be a good lesson, so he resumed, making the last three swats some of the hardest ones the king had ever administered to any cub.

By the time he was done, Kiboko was still in the position, but squirming and wriggling about like a snake from the pain. The king smiled "it's over Kiboko. You can lay down if you want."

Kiboko didn't need to be told twice. He lay down instantly, rubbing his face with his paws, bawling and sobbing like a very repentant little cub.

The king grinned and hugged the cub close, rubbing his back and sides with one of his massive paws. He purrrred softly "There there cub ... it's all over. You've learned your lesson this time."

Kiboko nodded, still crying, and snuggled against the paw hugs. Slowly he began to get feeling better.

After a while, the king hugging and stroking him the whole time, Kiboko finally spoke "Can ... can I get cleaned off?"

The lion grinned a bit. "Only if your mother cleans you ... and I do mean with her tongue."

Kiboko made a wry face. "Ewww ... how come?"

"Because she let you out of her sight, even if she was asleep. Maybe this will remind her to be more vigilant."

"What's vigilant?"

"It means watchful son. Remind her to be more watchful."

Kiboko nodded a bit "But ... what if she wants to cuff me s'more?"

"I won't let her. Now go straight back home cub, I'll follow in a little bit."

Kiboko didn't want another lesson anytime soon, so he ran right home and told his mother everything.

She frowned, but accepted what the king had said, and tongue-bathed him soundly. After that, they played together the rest of the day, and that night, he curled up in his mom's paws to go to sleep - not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

THE END