Strict Upbringing
Strict Upbringing
By: Professor Bob
WARNING: This short story contains young cubs in severe disciplinary situations and is meant for cub discipline fetishist enjoyment. Also, this is a draconosaur, invented by TwistedDragon -- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/388661/
It was turning out to be a very bad day for a furry draconosaur and her brother. The punishments from their parents were often humiliating and harsh, and it didn't take much to recieve one. Calista had lost her soccer game that day, and was forced to spend the car ride home with her rear off the seat and her body achingly supported by only her arms for that length of time. Her father always punished her for losing, because he felt she may not have tried hard enough - a severe offense at even nine years of age. Her brother on the other hand was allowed to sit, mostly because her mother had spanked the base of his rear, and wanted him to feel the throbbing hairbrush welts on the way home. The seven year old boy didn't sit still through his sister's game, so his mother gave him something to squirm about for the ride home. But, even after the spanking, she demanded to not even hear a sniffle, or his tail shift against the seat; quiet and still, like he should have been during the game.
Her fur still sweaty from such a rough game on a hot day, Calista trudged into the house to await her father's punishment, rubbing her arms while she watched her sibling be spanked into the house - her mother holding the boy by the arm and walking him in while smacking his tush and tail. Trying hard not to cry, he whimpered tearily at each smack as he was brought into one portion of the livingroom, while his sister waited at the sofa for her father. Punishments were often different, but there was still a tradition to them all. The draconosaur woman pulled the shorts and briefs of her son down to expose his furred sheath and promptly began rubbing it with her fingers - something that lead to a common punishment for the boy. Whining through his muzzle, the boy slowly grew thick and hard while being scolded, shifting his footpaws till his short cock stood erect. As always, his mother's paw wrapped around the small shaft and head, jerking it briskly and using the fur of her paw to her advantage. The boy would grunt and groan, leaning foreward against his mother's left arm while he was unwillingly pawed, which felt more intense then pleasureable. After a few minutes, the young pee-pee was jumping in the older draconosaur's paw, with pre beading at the tip copiously.. which had the boy making all sorts of sounds. But as soon as his crotch had been flared up into this throbbing frenzy of stimulation, his mother's paws pull the boy's white briefs back up over the short cock. The boy's legs began to rub against eachother as he sobbed a few times - pre staining the front of his underwear. The front of his briefs were already yellow from so many of these punishments, with all the color being pre. Not a drop of cum. The boy had never once orgasmed, which at this point, was making his balls physically hurt from coming so close to emptying and never doing so. His active balls would fill more and more.
"Stand in the corner, paws on your head", his mother ordered, directing him to the corner beside himself. He stood there, as directed, in his undies and shirt, needing to rub himself so badly..
"Turn around and pay attention!", Calista heard from behind herself, snapping her eyes away from her brother in the corner as she spun around promptly on one footpaw. Her fur glistened with sweat from her soccer game, and her uniform was damp. Under the eyes of her father, she already looked beat and exhausted. "What do you have to say for yourself? Do you like losing young lady?", he scolded down at her with his arms crossed, holding a wooden spoon he had fetched from the kitchen.
"We... just lost, dad. I'm sorry, I tried really hard!", the young girl plead in her defense, sounding teary as her eyes stared up at the wooden spoon her body was all too familiar with. She hated being punished for this, it wasn't fair! With a shake of his head, her father simply pointed to her shirt, shorts, and then the floor � his silent way of telling her to take them off. Calista complied out of fear, taking off her shorts first and sliding them down her furry legs, before removing her uniform t-shirt and placing it on the floor with her shorts. As she stood back up, the girl let out a small sob, biting her lip and trying hard not to cry as she stood in her sweaty, ripe white cotton panties. They were slightly stained along the insides of the leg holes, from all of her work and strain, and clearly scented from her groin and undertail in those conditions.
Stepping around the girl instead of asking her to turn, he instilled a bit of negative anticipation into his little girl. Tapping the wooden spoon into his left paw, he stared at her bare back, and the line that made up her spine. "Stand still Calisa, don't move or those panties go straight in your mouth", he warned harshly, as the smooth feeling of the wooden instrument appeared against her upper back, making her wince. Not bothering to brace her himself, he flings the spoon from her back and begins swatting her with it. The smooth back of the spoon cracked against her spine as he spanked quickly, working down her back. Calisa squealed out in stinging pain, straightening her back and clenching her paws at her sides. The girl wobbled as she tried to stiffen her legs, as her back was instilled with a deep sting. She felt her skin grow hot and achy, growing worse and more throbbing as she spoon traveled down her spine, whapping against bone and hard flesh.
"Ow, ow, ow..! Daddy no, I'm sorry I lost!", the crying draconosaur cried out in tears, trembling as she tried to stand obediently and still with the spoon beating on her back. Once at the small of the young girl's hot, sweaty back, her father spanked dead center, even harder then he had been. The sting grew sharply, making her push her pelvis foreword and whine aloud. Her back really hurt, and not just her skin.
"I'll make you sorry", her father was quick to scold as soon as he finished the brief spanking, looking through her girl's fur at the red line he left down her spine. It took a few moments, but her posture went back to normal slowly, and her paws went to her face to sob a few times. The older furry dragon knelt down and set the spoon on the carpet, reaching for the strap of his daughter's underwear. Giving the Velcro a tug, he scowled behind her as he slowly tugged the dirty panties down her legs. To her knees, then her ankles.. the garment reached the floor, and the girl stepped out of them as she wiped her eyes and sniffled tearily. She hated being naked like this, and showed it by keeping her tail down. Either way, her father's nostrils could smell her scents very clearly, being so close to the base of her tail. Standing up, he looked over the white, yellow hued feminine underwear as he stepped back to his daughter's front and eyed down at her face, which was looking down and away in fright and shame.
"Lift your head. Keep it still, and breathe", he ordered without saying what his intentions were. Her paws slowly left her muzzle, head lifting and eyes looking up red and watery. Panties ready in his paw, he took the sweaty crotch of her underwear and pressed it to the end of her snout, across her nostrils. As soon as Calista got a whiff of her own sweaty, adolescent slit and the yellow, tainted leg holes of her underwear she gagged slightly. Sadly, her body's reaction was only to flare her nostrils further, making the ripe smell stronger to her nostrils as her father rubbed her underwear against her muzzle. Focusing on her nostrils, he rubbed her whole maw with the sweaty garment, along her muzzle and her lips, causing her to clench her teeth and not let any of that into her mouth. She didn't have a choice either way, cause after several moments, her daddy took her panties and placed them around her neck, giving it a light knot to keep them there. She whined and whimpered as he did that, still smelling herself from her nostril fur soaking some of her crotch sweat. "Now you smell just as you behave", she got as a scold, once her father was done, with her head now drooping from the shame.
"I'll practice much.. h-harder..", she tearily and quietly promised, sounding more defeated as she shifted her right footpaw against the ground. She wanted this to end badly. Though, her father could not care to listen to a word.
"Bathroom. March!", he was sharp and quick to order, making her footpaws move. Walking through the living room with her head low and her eyes teary, the young girl stepped into the short hallway and into the bathroom, finding her mother and her brother had already moved there sometime during her punishment. Seems the boy hadn't had enough, or didn't stay still, cause his briefs were gone and he was standing facing his mother with a frown and eyes as watery as her's. He stood facing her from in front of the toilet, and their eyes met briefly when she was able to see around her mother's back. She held in her paw a clear glass bottle, filled with a thick, yellowish oil, and in her other paw, a table spoon. Calista cringed at the sight, and continued to step into the bathroom at her father's beckoning, once she felt a poke into her sore back. Her footpaws stepped over to her sibling's side, to catch a paw grasping her arm, and turning her towards the wall. "Stay here, face the wall", she was again sharply ordered by the larger male, before he left the bathroom to again prepare. The draconosaur, tail held low, at least liked how facing the wall gave her privacy from her brother seeing between her legs... even if her back stung, and the scent of her sweaty girl-slit followed her with her underwear around her neck.
"Open up your muzzle", came the plain voice of the mother draconosaur, giving the smaller boy the order he had been dreading as the yellow oil was poured into the spoon. This was something he was also punished with often, and he was never able to grow used to it even in the least. His lips parting, he opened his maw with reluctance and pressed his tongue down, to keep it out of the way of the spoon, to accept the first spoon-full obediently. As soon as the cold metal touched his moist tongue, he closed his maw and the spoon was pulled out, with the boy's muzzle immediately cringing. The oil was warm, and he had a tough time swallowing it. Wasn't the sort of fluid your body wanted to intake, and even that one spoon of oil was hard to keep down. His stomach quickly howled out in pain, as it did a summersault in his young belly.
"I'll be good! I promise!", the adolescent boy begged, being assaulted by the horribly vile taste across his muzzle, and the urge to cough up the thick yellow oil as he saw his mother begin to pour another spoon-full of it.
"You will be when the castor oil is done with you. Swallow", he was replied with something of a light growl � the next spoon of the oil being pressed to his lips to beckon his cooperation. He had a lot to take in, as always. Only one spoon of castor oil was more then plenty, but she made him take spoon after spoon at a time. More then once, the whole bottle in one night. The seven year old opened his mouth again a little to have the spoon shoved in, and the next dose administered to his distaste. He coughed and gagged on the castor oil that time, stepping back and forth on his footpaws as he fought to swallow. Seeing and hearing the boy gulp, momma poured another spoon of castor oil. Then another. Even another. The boy took in the foul oil as well as he could, trying to keep his turning stomach in check, but it was more then difficult with a belly full of castor oil. His head and chest felt warm, like the sensation the oil gave while going down his throat. Stomach making gurgling sounds, even his joints began to feel weak from the high dose of the oil, with the pain and cramps increasing quickly.
As his mother filled the spoon for the sixth dose, his body made a loud bubby sound and he flung himself around, clutching his tummy with his right paw. Maw wide, he coughed and sputtered, spitting up some of the oil down into the toilet. It was proving very hard to keep that much volatile oil down in his insides. All it got was a �hrmph' from his mother, and with a few spits to clear his muzzle of left over fluids, he stood back up and again faced his fate with a quivering jaw. It ached so badly and his stomach was extremely upset. But, as always, what ever he coughed up had to be put right back, so the boy opened his maw for more, which he was given. All the boy had to do was stand there and take in spoonfuls of the harsh, horrid �medicine', but it was a difficult task to keep swallowing. After three spoons, his mother was satisfied she had put the lost oil back into her son's belly, and began what would have been dose number six once more. Clutching his growling and deeply pained belly with both paws, the boy quietly cried, trying to take it as best as he could. Even his knees and tail quivered, and the taste wasn't going away as the full effects of the oil kicked in. His joints felt weak, and his teary eyes could not bear to look at the castor oil any longer. There wasn't any way around it, because his maw was forced open by a mild smack of his mother's free paw, and the next spoonful quickly administered. The taste made him wretch, and for him to again turn and spit-up what was in his muzzle. As punishment for not even swallowing, she forced him to take an extra two tablespoonfuls in rapid succession, rubbing his neck to make him swallow. He gulped desperately, whining aloud after and hunching over to clutch his bare belly. Felt sick after so much castor oil and it was taking everything to keep it down. Looking at his mother's bottle, it seems he had drank a somewhat decent amount. Bottle being set down on the bathroom counter, spoon at it's side with oil residue shining in the light, the young boy's mother placed her left paw to the right side of his muzzle. The boy clenched his eyes and tightened up quickly enough to take three sharp slaps to the left side of his muzzle, forced to stand still and accept them. Each one stung, and as her paws left his poor abused maw, he sobbed hard, then once more a little softer. The slaps made keeping his stomach steady tougher � most likely the reason she had done it, he figured. It wanted to climb into his chest, even as the oil began tearing at his bowels.
"Now will you do as told?", the older draconosaur scolded; the words biting into her young one's ears. "Time for your bath. Run the water, set it all the way to �cold' � it's going to be a punishment too", the boy is dreadfully forced to hear, and comply with, clutching his belly all the while. Plugging the tub, he sets the knob on the tub all the way to cold and turns on the water, climbing in with little reluctance after already being disciplined as much as he was. Cold or not, he was not going to risk another single spoonful of castor oil. Freezing cold water flowed across the smooth bottom of the tub, and as the boy's tail, rear, and legs came in contact with the water, he seemed to cringe from the cold. His fur began soaking in the cold water right away, and it was seconds before it got high enough to touch the bottom of his young male sac. His balls shriveled at the mere thought of a cold bath as it was, with his arms wrapping around his belly section to sit and wait for the water to slowly rise on him.
"Why don't you turn around Calista? I'll give you some castor oil while your father is away", the girl heard her mother speak from behind her, turning after her first sentence since it sounded like she was being relieved of being forced to stare at the wall. Boy was she wrong, seeing the bottle and spoon being directed towards her. But, that was not meant to be, even as the older draconosaur unscrewed the cap on the glass bottle to pour her first spoonful.
"Calista has plenty of something else for her belly hun, don't waste Sam's oil on her. I have a bit of something she likes even less", both heard announced from the doorway, to turn their heads. The mother smirked at what she saw, and Calista cringed hard with a lil' squeal. Three fresh boxes of her father's strongest soap, full of fragrance and other foul tasting additives. It burned horribly, and Calisa found soap to be the grossest as it was. Taking her right paw, her father shoved the bar of soap into it, and pointed right to her mouth. The only time they did not soap her themselves was... oh no.
"I want you to chew it, and then swallow. You have two bars of soap to eat, and I'm not going to stand here all day", her father gave as an order, standing in front of her while her mother knelt down to attend to her son, who was lightly shivering where he sat in the cold bathwater, which ad risen up towards the top of his legs, covering his genitals entirely. Calista stared down at the blue colored bar of soap in her paw, lower jaw twitching as she wanted to cry. At least in a moment her nostrils would be burning from the soap, instead of from the scent of her panties around her neck. Due to the look on her dad's face, she opened her maw and plunged her sharp reptilian teeth right into the bar, cutting straight through it and biting off a sizable portion of the bar. In her muzzle, the taste was horrid, and as she began to chew up the soap, it softened and caked up in her teeth. Cringing her entire muzzle and face, she tilted her head back and swallowed.. lips quivering as she shakily took yet another bite, trying to eat the soap as quickly as she could, with as little chewing as needed. In moments, with difficulty, the soap was mush churning in the child's belly. Not so much as a trace was left in her paw as her head hung, and lathery dribble drooled out the sides of her muzzle. The intense soapy burn tore at her throat and maw, swelling her glands slightly as tears pooled in her eyes, slowly soaking the fur beneath them. Now she felt sore, hot, sweaty, grimy, as she did before, but sick as well. But alas, that still wasn't good enough, and in a moment, there was a tap on her muzzle and another offering of soap, this time held in her father's paw. Getting her muzzle open, he pushed in half the bar and squeezed her jaw shut, forcing her teeth into the bar. With his hold still in place, he wiggled the bar, cutting through it using his girl's teeth, quite slowly. It hurt her poor teeth for him to squeeze so hard, and push and pull at the bar, causing her to sob and lift her paws, resisting the urge to shove his paw away from her muzzle. Fingers trembling, she clenched her paws and toughed it out every wiggle and pull against her sharp teeth till the bar was broken in half. It was only then did her father release her sore maw and give her teeth a break, which outright hurt from the treatment they had received from the solid and dry bar.
As Calista chewed on the large piece of bar with difficulty, she found herself forced to chew the soap longer then she would have wanted. With more to chew up, she couldn't quickly swallow like before.. plus her teeth didn't much want to deal with the soap any longer, sore and heavily caked � maw burning. As she quietly sobbed, standing naked and vulnerable, a sudden cry from her brother made her eyes avert from her father over to the bathtub. The water was high in the tub, a normal adult's bath level, with the boy standing on his footpaws and squirming; fur soaked with icy water. Right upper arm held by the older female draconosaur's left paw, she scrubbed at the left side of his neck with a lightly soaped abrasive washing sponge. She simply held the boy and scrubbed at his furred pelt as he squirmed and tried to block her with his paws, crying loudly in pain from the scratching to his shoulder and neck, and brisk movements that brought the abrasive sponge down to his sensitive chest.
"Put your paws down or I will ruler them bruised!", his mother was prompt to threaten, as she scrubbed down his chest and belly fur to scratch up his skin, heating it up painfully despite the biting cold of the bath. His paws did move fairly quickly, trying to hold his arms out to his sides as his mother scraped his poor, tender tummy raw. Below the punishing scrubber, his belly growled and gurgled, tail pressing to his body with a twitch at the tip.
"Please momma, I gotta go to the bathroom!", the young boy plead out of desperation, holding his legs together and squirming them as he stood in the water, having his belly scrubbed right down to his legs with his sheath being nicked harshly at times by the abrasive sponge. By now Calisa swallowed her half of the soap and had the other half forced into her burning and tired maw, chewing on another piece of the bar. She felt sick, and watching her sibling's punishment, eyeing his sheath, didn't make it much better... much. Wasn't alone in being disciplined, and hearing her brother's heavily teary cries as his legs splashed in the water, she knew she was not the only one suffering. His belly was a painful wreck and wanted to wretch as badly as she did, and at least her groin was not being scrubbed like his. The sponge looked as if it was pulling strands of fur from his sheath and sac as her mother scrubbed his genitals raw, making the boy cry aloud. As she pressed the pad in hard and rubbed the backs of his thighs, the boy pressed his pelvis foreword from the pain and squealed out his sobs, tip of his penis peering from his reddened sheath. It took no time for his mother to notice her son's penis peering out, giving it a cross look as she finished working on his legs with the pad tightly gripped in her paw.
"What - is - this?", she spoke harshly, moving the abrasive pad to her other paw to take the small, growing draconosaur endowment between her right paw's thumb and forefinger. As Calista swallowed what was left of that bar of soap, teeth visibly caked with blue bits of soap mush, her brother whined aloud with his mother stroking the extra sensitive head of his cock with her damp furred thumb. He was never allowed to get erections like that, even if it wasn't at his own accord, and it meant yet another stroking of his penis to the brink of powerful orgasm all before stopping abruptly. Calisa's eyes were pulled away from the sight of her shivering brother's twitching cock in her mother's paw by a tap to her muzzle by her father, getting her attention back to him and not the spectacle beside them.
"Your mother will punish him just fine without you watching. Come, let's get to your room so I can finish punishing you", her father spoke with a stern tone, despite his coldly calm attitude as he turned and stepped out of the bathroom, expecting his girl to follow. Her tongue was busily trying to clean her teeth of the soap, as foul as it was and only getting worse as it's burn bit hard into her throat, but it seemed she would not have time now. Drooping and sulking tearily, her furred draconic footpaws padded through carpet and her worries over to her room mere steps away. Once inside, she took a moment to wipe at her eyes and nostrils, sniffling and trying not to feel as if she was in deep trouble in the comfort of her own bedroom and it's soft pink walls. Her father was already busy in her closet as she shut the door behind them - a requirement, to keep her howls from disturbing others, even though her brother would soon be making similar sounds from his own room once sent there to finish his punishment and warm up from his icy cold bath. Her claws picked at her teeth as she stood by her bed and waited, not knowing what her father was thumbing through, moving around her clothes and going through her drawers. Was embarassing, but that emotion turned to a sad dread once she found out just what was going on as he held up her thick grey sweatshirt, and pulled out a matching pair of sweatpants that was folded neatly beneath it for the winter months. It was the peak of summer and quite hot, meaning her father had only one intention with those clothes of her's as he tossed them onto her bed. With a shift of his tail, he sat down beside them and scooted back enough to allow his lap to be laid across - patting his right knee for her to comply. A silent order, and a silent response, as the little girl stepped to his side and laid across his lap on her bed, pelvis pressing against his right pantleg to shove her rear in the air slightly. Her bare fur and flesh vulnerable, the little one was forced to raise her own tail, baring a hint of pink at the base of her tail to her father's eyes. Legs together, even her adolescent slit was barely hidden, with that paw looming overhead. Like a cold, oiled machine, the older draconosaur swung his right paw at the exposed backside and the base of his daughter's tail, to teach a lesson without saying a single word. Her eyes slitted, she stared at her closed windowblinds, the pink walls, and the soft light ahead, till the pain hit and her ears got the jolt of sound. Like a rhythum set to a fast beat, she felt her backside lit on fire by a flurry of spanks, one after another. As soon as one hit, another came, each making her head dip lower and her body wince. The sting rippled through her tender skin as her still sweaty undertail was punished for her mistakes, pain growing as the large, open, firm paw slapped hard at her little form. It sounded like a little paddle, as skilled as daddy was at teaching her 'the hard way', with the swats being crisp, and drilling beneath skin to muscle. Calisa shifted her legs, rubbing her knees against the cool fabric of her bedsheet, squeeling lightly and rolling it quickly into a defeated crying. The sobs were pained, with her protests coming from her body as it squirmed lightly. When a leg moved too much for her father's liking, she'd feel the sudden bite of a hard strike to the back of her thigh, typically followed by another two that trailed down to her knee before resuming the swatting beneath her tail. Skin reddening at the base of her tail, it went down her rear and legs in the shape of overlapping paw-marks, as each swat slapped into another to sear at her little nerves and send the deep ache up her welted spine. Paws gripping at her bed, Calisa was soon reduced to a sobbing, lightly wailing child, crying muzzle open from the intensity of her father's speed and resolve. It hurt, and it only got worse as time passed. She couldn't even count how many she was getting, with his paw dancing in rough spanks all around her backside. Took a lot to keep her tail up, with the base of it twitching - tailhole recieving swats of it's own, and feeling as if someone took a lighter to it from the heat she was feeling.
Minutes passing, more and more, head down in her arms, Calisa bawled lightly as her energy was sucked from her body. The occasional kicks of her legs from the pain was being met with the swats being seemingly focused on her tailhole - which made her legs tense and ridgid, unable to kick so well. It was like forver to her, the sting and ache accumulating to a sea of hurt, where the pain traveled down her legs like cramps. Even bad things must come to an end though, and as the spanks stopped, her body had trouble stopping with it. Shifting in his lap, her rear was well swatted, and it wasn't deminishing. She'd feel that for.. for days! The throb even suggested he bruised her lightly with his paw, to go with the swollen welts. Stroking her back and the tuft of draconosaur hair on the back of her head, her father allowed her to rest and cry for some time. Not too much time, but time, till she was finally laying still aside from her twitching paws and tail, all so eagar to rub the pain out. It was forbidden, so he held her wrists just to be safe, as he watched the girl across his lap cry out her sorrows and make her bedsheet wet from it all.
"Calista, stand up. Time to finish this for now", he eventually ordered lightly, with a pat to her punished rear as encouragement to move. Lifting herself from the bed and his lap, the girl stood up on her footpaws, standing on her tippy-toes from the sting of moving, while her paws stayed at her muzzle to avoid rubbing in front of her dad. She would soon enough, but not yet. Busy crying and wiping at her eyes, it was all too soon that her father knelt down in front of her nude form, with his muzzle inches from her small slit. Turning her watery eyes downward, she saw the sweatpants in his paw, and knew what it meant. Too scared to be reluctant, she stepped into the pants right leg first, then her left, with her dad tugging the garment up her legs. Hurt her welts, but quickly enough the pants were hugging her hips, and the button above her tail secured. They were slightly tight in some places, chaffing under the base of her tail - and her sweatshirt wasn't much different once she had it put on. Had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything, as her father even tucked the sweatshirt into her pants, to ensure no cool air would get in. She was sweaty already, and obviously not going to be permitted to get a bath, with that pair of dirty underwear around her neck to act as a scarf. As she figured, her father stepped over to her air conditioning vent and closed it, opening her window a crack to vent the cold air out and leave her with the heat of the sun beating down upon their house. Soon, she'd be very uncomfortable.
"It's over for now. Stay quiet and no playing, or else I'll be in here with the ruler. Understood? When dinner comes, I'll send you out back to practice wearing that. Your punishment ends tomorrow", her father finally spoke his orders as he stepped to her door and turned around to face her, even if her eyes could not meet his. Too much dread. Practicing in her sweatshirt and pants, in that sun? Of course it would be brief, but she'd be soaked with sweat. Her undertail would be even more displeased then it already was.
"Yes sir. Sorry sir", Calista replied, voice shaky and teary from her spanking. It was traditional for her to respond in that manner after a spanking by acknowledging the post-swatting orders and appologizing. With that, her father gave her a light nod and stepped out of her room, closing the door behind himself. Flopping right onto her bed, the young draconosaur made a light squeel, clutching her pillow. Gosh that spanking hurt! Was worse then the spoon to her back, it was.. just so much longer! Her body was already beginning to feel the heat, as the cool air flowed from her window and her body was heated by her clothes. She'd be lightly sweaty soon enough, to think about her failures. Made her not want to play soccer, but despite the discipline she thought was "normal", it was still a fun game. She was no robot, and at least being punished was encouragement. She'd just take a good shower tomorrow, and eat a big breakfast to make up for being denied dinner.
Things could have been worse afterall, she thought as her tail shifted outwards on the bed, to keep it from heating under her tail any more then it normally would, as the heat was making her welts itchy as they stung. If she actually did something bad, and not just lost her game, she could have gotten a much worse spanking, and not just soap and some swats! With a growl from her churning belly, her muzzle cringed, and realised that was little consolidation. Oh well, live and learn.