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Ashley Gets What's Due

By : Panthera

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It was dark outside. Alone in her bed, still hugging her kangaroo plush, the young skunk girl woke up. She yawned and stretched out, then she turned over and looked at her clock. She squinted her eyes, and then grinned.

She reached over to the bedside table, felt her glasses, and set them on her muzzle. Now she could make out the hands on the clock there beside her bed. The time was ten minutes after six in the morning.

Ashley grinned and threw off her covers, kissed her plush kangaroo on the head and sat up. She clicked on the small lamp also on her nightstand, then stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.

The young skunk smiled at how she looked, adjusting her white panties and smoothing out her pink babydoll nightgown. The thin straps on her nightie went well with her black fur. She turned some to see her back in the mirror too, then sighed and reached for her brush.

She began to brush out her full, thick skunk tail, smoothing out the black fur with the twin white stripes there, attempting to get her fur as neat as she normally liked. As she brushed, she spoke softly to her plush. "This is all their fault you know Miss Hopper. I didn't do nothin' real bad yesterday. Just 'cuz I spilled mommy's perfume didn't mean they should'a sent me to bed early. If she didn't want me touching it, why was it out on her dresser anyway?"

Ashley turned to look back at the kangaroo, its emotionless eyes looking towards her. "See? You know what I mean. Mommy was just a ... " she dropped her voice down to the softest whisper she could manage, lancing to make sure her door was still closed " ... a bitch." The girl paused, holding her breath and looking at the door still. After a few heartbeats, she smiled and relaxed.

Returning to her brushing, she finally got her tail brushed smooth. She looked around and sat back down at her play desk, on the armless wooden chair. "Know what I think Miss Hopper?"

She paused again, as if waiting for the plush to respond to her out loud. "I think I oughtta go and punish mommy an' daddy today. This was all their fault, not mine." She grinned and thought for a few moments, then got up.

"Stay here and watch everything for me." She said as she padded over to the door, opening it just enough for her to look up and down the hall outside her room. The only light in the hallway was from the nightlight beside the bathroom door. She inched out into the hallway on her tiptoes, and padded closer to her parents door. She got as near as she dared, and listened.

The only sound from the room was a faint snoring sound from her father. She sniffed and could still smell the odor of rose petals in the air. She smiled and went into the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet, relieving her bladder, she noticed her father's suit for work was hanging against the back of the door.

She looked around the room, then grinned. She got up, wiped and flushed, then got the bottle of spray deodorant off the vanity by the sink. "You like to smell good huh daddy?" She said in a whisper.

She climbed up on the toilet, and then onto the vanity, and on her knees there, she held down the top of the spray and proceeded to cover his suit from top to bottom in a long spray of the stuff. After she finished, she set the cap back on, and climbed down onto the floor again, grinning.

The hallway was still empty and quiet, so she proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen. Ashley looked around and rubbed her paws together "So I'm bad am I? You'll be bad too mommy if you can't make breakfast."

She went to the refrigerator and opened it up. Grinning, she took out the carton of eggs. She looked around once more, unsure for a moment of what to do, then she went and opened up the door leading out to the patio. Her parent's blue car was parked there. Then she knew what to do. She closed the door almost all the way, then picked up one egg and threw it at the car.

The egg landed and cracked open, sending a mess of clear gel and yellow yolk down the hood of the car. Ashley held her breath and listened. The house was still silent. Outside, no one was around, and the only light was from the street lamp across the street. She heard a couple of cars in the distance, but none of them sounded close.

The skunk girl lifted another egg, threw it on to the car, then listened again. When there was still no sound, she giggled quietly and launched egg after egg, splattering the car with all the eggs that were left, almost a full dozen. She went back inside, and locked the door. The clock on the wall read 6:20 in the morning.

Ashley put the egg carton back into the refrigerator and then looked up on the counter. She reached up and got the big can of coffee grounds there, then carried that back into the bathroom. With more soft giggles, she lifted the plastic lid off and poured the coffee grounds into the toilet, all of them, and then flushed. Ashley watched, fascinated, as the grounds swirled around and around and finally sank into the bottom of the bowl. It took another flush to get them all down, then she snuck back into the kitchen and set the can back.

She padded back into her room, closing the door and grinning as she climbed back into bed. "Now they'll be sorry Miss Hopper." She curled up with her kangaroo plush, turned off the lamp and snuggled into the covers.

It was a couple of minutes later when she heard her parent's alarm clock going off. She grinned and listened. From her dark bedroom, she heard her father come down the hallway and go into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, more footsteps were heard leading to the kitchen as a shower started in the bathroom.

She turned onto her back and pulled up the covers just in time for a knock to be heard at her door. "Ashley dear?"

The girl yawned as loud as she could and sat up "Yeah mom?"

The door opened. Her mother stood there with a worried look on her face. "Oh! You're safe. Good. I was afraid something had happened."

Ashley frowned then too "Why? What do you mean mom?"

Her mother came over to sit beside her on the bed "Nothing for you to worry about. Did you fall asleep with your glasses on again Ashley?"

The girl frowned "Oh, I guess so mommy, I'm sorry."

The older female nodded and gave her daughter a hug "You know better, but it's ok. Get dressed and come out for breakfast."

Ashley hugged her back the same as she had every morning "Sure thing mommy."

She left the room and closed the door. Once she did, the girl had to bury her head in her pillow to hide the giggling fit that had suddenly taken over her. It took her a couple of minutes to get herself under control.

She wiped her eyes, then got dressed, in a pair of jean shorts and a pink T-shirt. She looked in the mirror, gave a soft brushing to her tail with her paws, then took a few deep breaths to calm herself again. "I can't go out and laugh now can I Miss Hopper?"

Her plush remained silent as she walked out to the hallway, and past an open door that smelled very strongly of deodorant. She made a wry face and waved her paw to clear the air as she walked down the hallway.

"Honey, how much of that stuff did you put on?"

"Only a little like usual, I don't know why it's so strong."

Ashley had to bite down on her lips to keep from laughing as she climbed up onto the kitchen chair. Once she was under control, she looked to her parents. Her mother was still in her bright red robe, and her father was dressed in his business suit. Even from the table across the room, Ashley could smell the spray from her father's suit.

"Mom? What is that smell?"

She turned to her daughter and smiled "Just your father's deodorant. He put it on strong this morning apparently."

Her father glared at her mother for a few seconds before he started to laugh. "I still swear I didn't do it Martha. You believe me don't you Ash?"

The girl grinned "It smells real bad from all the way over here dad!" Then she began to laugh, finally able to giggle without seeming out of place.

"Well can I at least get some coffee on my way to work?"

Martha sighed a bit and hugged him. "Actually my dear husband, I'll need to go to the store today, it seems we're out of coffee. I could have sworn we had some left though."

He kissed her on the lips softly and smirked. "I can pick something up on the way in then. What a day already." He walked over then to Ashley.

As the girl reached up for a hug, she saw her mother looking out the window at the car, with a nervous expression on her face. Ashley smiled brightly at that, and then hugged her father tight around the neck as she was lifted up "Now sweetie?"

Ashley looked to her father, still smiling. "Yeah dad?"

He nuzzles her neck softly "You going to be a good little skunkette for your mom today?"

She giggled again as she cuddles with him. "Awww ... do I have to daddy?"

He smiled as he kissed her on the cheek. "Yes you do." He set her back down on the chair.

"Now you both have a good day."

Both the females waved to him and smiled. He turned and opened the door to the outside, then stopped. He then took another step and closed the door.

The older female frowned and sighed, as Ashley watched on, feigning innocence. "Mommy? What's wrong?"

Before she could answer, from outside, they both heard his voice getting louder. "Of all the mean spirited, nasty things to do!" His voice got even louder as he started saying words Ashley already knew better than to repeat.

Her mother came over to sit down beside her daughter. "Something happened to the car is all. It might take a lot of money to fix too."

Ashley frowned, feeling a knot forming in her belly now. "But .. what happened?"

Her mother sighed and petted her daughter's headfur gently. "Someone threw a bunch of eggs at the car. They've probably messed up the paint by now. Your father likes the car too."

Ashley gulped again, feeling nervous now. "Yeah ... I always thought it was pretty mommy."

"Shhh ... I know princess."

"Uhh .. should I go an' be in my room before daddy comes back?"

She kissed her daughter's head gently "Aren't you hungry for breakfast?"

"Oh no mommy, I think I'm still tired."

Martha hugged her again and nodded "Go on then. I'll check on you in a bit."

Ashley weakly hugged back, then slid down to the floor and scampered off to her room, closing the door behind her. As she got back up on her bed, she heard the kitchen door slam. She could not make out what was being said, but she knew her father was very mad right now.

She hugged her kangaroo plushie tightly and sighed, whispering to her. "I think I messed up Miss Hopper. But I can't say nothin' or it'll be my butt that is real sorry." She sighed and held it close.

Out in the kitchen, her parents were still talking, but at least not yelling anymore. She still did not feel happy though. She curled up under the covers, still holding her plush, and kept listening.

The door to the outside closed again, loudly, then she heard the car starting up and driving away. She began to relax, until she heard more movement in the kitchen, and then a loud sigh. Ashley held Miss Hopper tighter, sighing as she looked around her room, finding very few hiding places once again.

A sudden loud knock on the door nearly made her scream. She sat up in bed, taking a deep breath to try to calm herself down. "Mommy?" she asked in a soft voice, trying to be as sweet as she could be now.

Her mother opened the door wide, frowning at her daughter. She held a wooden spoon in one paw, tapping it against the other paw hard. "I think you have some explaining to do little skunk."

Ashley had to force herself to tear her eyes away from the spoon. She looked up at her mother's upset features and gulped. "I ... I do?"

Martha closed the door and sat down at Ashley's desk. "How is it that the car got eggs all over it, with the door to the outside locked, and all the eggs from the 'fridge are gone now?"

The knot returned to Ashley's tummy. "No ... I dunno mommy."

"So you don't know anything about it at all?"

Ashley silently shook her head. "Nuh uh."

Martha sighed. "You know that if I use the last of the eggs, I throw the carton away? Same for the coffee can when we're out of coffee."

"Uhhh ... so what?"

Her mother sighed. "So if I used the last of everything in the kitchen, there wouldn't be any empty things sitting around anymore like there was this morning. Anything else to say?"

Ashley tried to think of something to say in her own defense. "Uhm .. oh .. " was all she could sputter out though.

Her mother growled faintly. "I thought so. Any reason I shouldn't take this spoon to your bottom Ashley?"

Ashley panicked, saying the first thing to come to mind. "Shouldn't daddy do it instead?"

Martha paused, clearly not expecting that. "You know he's going to be very mad."

Ashley nodded quickly "I ... I know."

"Fine then. But you're grounded to your room today, no TV and no playing outside. I'll send him in here when he gets home then."

She sighed, but gave a reluctant nod. "I'm sorry mommy, really I am."

Her mother stood and walked over to kiss her forehead. "I believe you, but your father's going to make you even sorrier. I'll bring your lunch in around twelve." She then stepped out, closing the door behind her.

Ashley listened to her go back into the kitchen, and then into her own bedroom. As she got up off her bed, she heard the sound of the TV from there, but could not hear what was on.

She sighed and looked to her clock. It was just after eight o'clock, but she still was not hungry. As she stretched out, she spoke to her plush "Well now what do I do? Dad's gonna whip my butt good when he gets told everything."

She spent most of the day in bed, not in much of a mood to play anything. The day passed slowly, way too slowly for her, even thought the girl would have given anything that day for that evening to have never arrived.

Ashley picked at the lunch her mother brought in for her, still with little appetite. She laid down for a nap afterwards, only to wake up and see it was almost 5:30. She sighed, but then thought of something as she heard a car pulling up.

She sat back on her bed, still dressed, and waited. It was not long before she heard voices in the kitchen. She turned onto her front and pulled the covers up over her, then set her glasses aside. By the time there was a knock on the door, she had made herself look like she just woke up from a nap.

"Mm .. yeah?" she asked in her best sleepy voice.

The door opened slowly. Her father stepped in, a frown on his muzzle. "Your mother said we need to talk Ashley."

She sighed and rubbed at her eyes as though she was waking up. "But why daddy?" She said in her most little and apologetic voice.

He sat down, sighing "You know why honeybee. I don't want to do this, but you know I have to."

Ashley whimpered and slid her paws back to her bottom under the covers. "But dad-dee!! I already was talked to by mommy!"

He leaned closer towards her. "She did huh?"

Ashley nodded, whimpering and even making a few little tears leak down the corners of her eyes. "Yeah!"

"Just wait here then pumpkin."

She watched him get up and go out. She buried her face in her pillow, grinning to herself as she still acted like she was in pain. The girl was about to think she'd won, when she heard her father yell out from the kitchen, "ASHLEY MERRIANNE PUZZOLA!"

Ashley whined for real now, the knot suddenly back in her belly, and somehow tighter than before now too. She got up quickly and ran into the kitchen, to see both of her parents frowning at her. She unconsciously took a step backwards, gulping. "You .. you called me daddy?" she asked, still trying to use her sweetest voice.

It was her mother who answered though, with a definite angry edge to her voice. "Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this one little girl. As if what you did wasn't bad enough, then you lie about it, sweet talk me, and then try to lie and talk your father out of punishing you too!"

Before Ashley could think of anything to say, her father spoke, his voice much quieter though. "We both love you to no end Ash. It kinda hurts me that you'd try to talk to me like you were hurt already just to get out of something like this."

She whimpered again now, feeling her heart sinking down to somewhere around her ankles. In a loud whisper of a voice, she muttered "I'm ... I'm sorry. I just didn't wanna be spanked."

Still sounding disappointed, her father spoke. "Honey, you did a lot of bad things today. Is there really any reason you wouldn't have a spanking coming now?"

Ashley sighed and tried to think. Try as she might, she couldn't think of anything to excuse what she had done though. With a weak shrug, she shook her head.

"I thought so. Go and wait in your room, we'll both be in soon."

Ashley whined. "Both of you? But - "

"Ashley, don't argue with us right now." interrupted her mother.

Ashley looked up, about to respond, but the glare from both her parents made her silent. She turned and went back into her bedroom, climbed up onto the bed, beginning to sniffle as she hugged her plush friend.

Far too quick for her liking, the door opened, and both of her parents came in. Her father had now changed clothes, but still smelled heavily of deodorant. Under different circumstances, the girl would have laughed. Now she looked up at them both, fearfully.

"Ashley dear ... " her mother spoke, but all anger was gone from her voice, replaced instead with sadness and disappointment. "I'm going to hold you on my lap, and your father's spanking your behind. Then you're going to be in the corner until bedtime. You'll get to stand at the table for your supper though."

She shook her head. "Not hungry."

Her father sat down beside her on the bed. He also set the leather belt down on his other side. "You can eat if you're hungry. If not, then don't. But now, stand up on the floor."

Ashley looked over to her mother. She had already sat down on the armless chair and was smoothing out the front of her aqua-colored dress. Getting no sympathy there, and immediately dismissing the idea of running, the young skunk stood up in front of her father and held up her arms, sighing.

Her father slid off her pink T-shirt, then slid off her white babydoll nightie underneath that. After that, he unbuttoned and unzipped her blue jean shorts, and slid them down, followed by her white panties. Ashley sighed, always hating this part, but she knew better than to argue now.

Once the girl was dressed in only her fur, she took off her glasses and set them aside beside her bed. Then, her father hugged her once and kissed her cheek "Now go over to your mother. You've earned a very red fanny little miss."

Ashley knew what was coming, but somehow being told about it was even worse. She nodded with a sigh as she walked what felt like miles to her mother's side. After another hug, she was helped up over her lap, face down.

Her mother used one paw to hold the girl's arms against her lower back, and her other paw kept her tail held up and out of the way. "Make sure she never tries to play on our emotions like that again please Jess."

The male skunk nodded as he stood up, folding the belt in half as he did. He looked over his young daughter's backside for a moment. "Put your legs more together. I'm not going to spank you on your yoni."

The girl winced at the thought and out her legs tight together, even if that did push up her thighs.

Taking a moment to compose himself, the male skunk then lifted his arm and brought the belt down with a hard, solid smack across her backside.

The girl bucked on her mother's lap and began to cry in earnest right away.

Still determined to make this lesson stick, her father was unmoved. He continued on, smacking her behind with the belt a second time, then a third, then a fourth and fifth time.

Though she couldn't move her arms, the girl was sure moving her legs by now. Kicking and howling out her screams of pain, Ashley was squirming hard, in a lot of pain now.

When she thought it could not get any worse, her father slapped the leather down across her pressed up thighs. This got a whole new scream from her, but he smacked here up and down there a few more times all the same.

Ashley still cried, howling and growling as she was held down for her punishment. Her mother spoke then, in a soft voice "Jess?"

The girl whined and looked back over her shoulder, only to see the two of them whispering to each other. She could not hear anything being said. Another moment later though, her mother looked back to her "Head down Ashley. Almost done with this."

She whined as she lowered her head again, looking at hardwood floor through her tears. She only waited a moment before a hard slap of the belt sounded out like a firecracker going off, hitting the girl right where her bottom meets her thighs, right where she sat down on.

Again she was belted hard on that spot, and then again a third, and a fourth, and then a fifth time. Each slap there got a new yelp from the girl, bringing out fresh waves of tears as she cried with everything she could.

Before she even realized it was over, the girl was being lifted up and hugged by her mother, leaning against her. Ashley hugged her mom tightly around the neck while her father knelt down and rubbed her back. Both parents kissed the girl's cheeks and nuzzled her.

Her father spoke first "We do love you Ashley. When you act like that and try to pretend things like that though, we have to punish you. And since you'd done everything else too, you had to get spanked pretty hard."

She could only nod. Still crying, she did hear him and understand though.

He kissed her again and nodded too. "Good. Now come out here where we can keep an eye on you." The three went back out into the kitchen.

Ashley was promptly directed to a corner, with instructions that her paws should be in front of her or on top of her head, but nowhere else. The girl still cried for a while as her parents got dinner made.

About half an hour later, she was told to come to the table if she wanted. She found that despite a fire still glowing behind her, she was quite hungry after all that. She stood at the table and ate, though she spoke little.

Her parents spoke like they normally did at the dinner table, but were content to let her eat quietly. As dinner was finishing, Ashley looked up, and before she could stop herself, she asked "Do I get dessert?"

Martha and Jess paused in the middle of their conversation. They blinked and looked to each other, then back to Ashley, both with incredulous looks on their faces. The girl stood there, blushing in embarrassment. "Uhm, nevermind. Dumb question." Despite everything, her parents started to laugh. Even Ashley slowly smiled at it too.

As they finished, her mother cleared the dishes, even though it was normally Ashley's chore. Her father went over to the girl and bent down by her. "Now princess, we're going to watch some TV in here. You can be with us if you want, but you'll be in the corner, and not facing the TV. You can stay there until your bedtime, or you can go to bed now, and I'll tuck you in now."

She thought a moment, then shrugged "Early to bed I guess daddy. I'm kinda sleepy anyway."

He nodded with a smile. "Say goodnight to your mom then, and go brush your teeth."

She gave her mom a hug and a kiss, and got one of each in return, then she went into the bathroom. She got her toothbrush ready and as she was brushing her teeth, she paused and raised her tail, looking at her bottom and thighs in the mirror. Despite having black fur there, she could see bright red skin beneath that.

She winced again and sighed. As she finished up, she used the toilet, though it did make her cry again to sit down, then as she came out, she sniffed and could still smell her father's deodorant in the air. Blushing slightly, she went back into her room, where her father was waiting.

He helped her into bed and hugged her before letting her lay down on her front. "No story tonight either dear. I want you to think about why we got so upset."

She nodded as she curled up with her kangaroo plush. "And honey, it's not because of the eggs, the coffee, or the car."

She blushed and nodded. "I love you daddy."

"I know sweetie." He kissed her on the cheek, and then gave a kiss to her kangaroo plush too. "Now sleep tight." He tuned off the light, and turned on the nightlight, then closed the door and went out to the living room.

As her parents watched TV, the girl cried a little more, but quietly rubbed her warm rear and legs until she finally fell asleep.

THE END