Punishments

S.M. Wolf

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Millie and this story are © S.M. Wolf, 2014. They may not be used without prior permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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I found a mouse in my pantry this evening.

Most people would set out bait and traps. I sent her to my bedroom.

When I entered a few minute later, Millie, my new mouse slave, was waiting for me. As instructed, she was kneeling on a short chaise with her small paws resting on the back. She was staring at the wall, but I could see her start when she heard the door close. Her ears drooped in a mixture of fear and dread.

I paused for a moment to admire the view. Her tail was raised high and set a bit to the right. It left her small but well formed rump on display. Between her round mounds, I could just see a bit of pink to show me where her labia were.

I went to the closet and placed my shirt within it. I selected an older belt from several hanging in the closet. It was about an inch wide and forty-four inches long. I doubled it up and walked back over to Millie.

Millie had turned her head to see what I was doing. She stared at the belt as I approached her. Her mouth opened, and I could see the gleam of unshed tears in her eyes. At the last moment, she realized that she was looking at the belt instead of the wall. She whipped her head back around to stare at the wall. I could hear the faintest of sobs.

I scratched my beard with my left hand in contemplation for a moment and said, "You look like you're ready to puke."

My words set off a torrent of crying. Around it, Millie managed to wail, "I'm sorry, Master! Please don't beat me!"

I reached out and stroked my mouse femfur's head gently. Slowly, she calmed until she was just sobbing intermittently.

"Millie," I said, "I told you not to go into the pantry. If you wanted more food, all you had to do was ask."

"Ask?" Millie said incredulously. It was easy to tell that she did not believe me.

"Yes, ask," I replied firmly. With a grin and a bit of a chuckle, I added, "That was why I told you to do so, if you were hungry."

Millie dropped her head and closed her eyes. I saw two tears fall to the floor.

I continued to stroke her head gently as I said, "But you didn't, and that means you get punished."

Millie turned her head away and said bitterly, "Torture me, don't you mean?"

It was the closest thing to rebellion that I had heard from Millie since I had bought her. It said quite a bit about her past and her expectations for what was to come now and in the future.

I continued to stroke her head gently. I said, "No, punish you, much as I would punish a wayward young human child. Firmly, but with limits. I will take into account that you are older and should be able to understand my commands.

"I have no interest in torturing you."

Millie turned her head a bit towards me. She looked up at me with an expression that clearly said without any words that she did not believe me.

I sighed. She had little reason to believe me, but I still had hoped that she would.

"Millie, I know that you were born in a breeding facility, raised in a training camp, and have had two Masters and a Mistress before me," I told her in a calm voice. "I am sure that you have been through hell.

"Hopefully things will be better now, but I still expect you to do as I say. When you do not, you can expect a reasonable punishment of some sort."

Millie turned her head and stared at the wall. She set her jaw. It seemed that there was nothing I could say that would change her mind. I sighed and shook my head a bit.

Millie bit her lower lip as I took up position beside her bottom. I raised the belt and brought it down on the center of her ass. The leather belt striking furred flesh made a small crack. Millie squealed and half rose from the chaise. Her eyes were wide as she waited for the pain to register.

Several seconds passed with Millie kneeling almost upright on the chaise, but the agony she expected did not come. Instead there was a small but definite bit of pain that was already subsiding. She blinked in confusion and disbelief.

I waited with the belt at my side. I finally asked Millie drolly, "Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?"

My words brought her back to her sense. She hunched her shoulders and dropped back into a position more on all fours. I caught her watching me with a slightly puzzled expression as I raised the belt and struck her butt higher than last time. There was again a nice crack, but there was little pain. I could see the confusion in her face grow. She had no idea why I was not striking harder.

I raised the belt and delivered a third blow on the lower curve of her ass cheeks. Apparently, I struck a little harder this time because she jumped.

I walked back to the closet and put the belt away. I closed the door and turned around empty-handed. Millie watched me cautiously as I walked back to her. I extended a hand to help her from the chaise. She stared at in shock. In a trembling voice, she asked, "Is that it?"

I have a very dry sense of humor. It came to the fore as I said in a totally deadpan voice, "Unless you want some more."

"No, Master!" Millie replied very quickly in a mildly terrified voice. She obviously thought that I was offering to beat her more.

I actually laughed at her reaction.

"It's okay, Millie," I told her. "I was just being droll. Your punishment is over and done."

I reached out with my right hand and scratched her back between her shoulder blades. She arched her shoulders back, but she did not try to escape my touch. I saw her eyes close slightly, and a smile came to her face at the pleasure of my touch.

"This was a punishment, Millie, and just as I said, it was something that I would give a child for disobeying me.

"Nothing more."

I scratched my beard again and added, "This is probably going to set a bad precedent, but I think it is time for some ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Millie asked.

I smiled down at her and asked, "Haven't you ever had ice cream?"

"I don't think so, Master," she replied uncertainly.

"In that case, you are in for quite a treat!" I told her enthusiastically.

I helped Millie up and led her into the kitchen. I had her sit down at the island while I grabbed the ice cream and toppings. I noticed that she did not even wince when she sat down. I served up two large heaping bowls of chocolate ice cream covered with chocolate syrup, whipped cream, chopped nuts and a cherry on top.

I pushed a bowl and spoon to Millie and told her, "There is some controversy about how to eat the cherry. Some people say to eat it first. Others say to save it to the last. I do it either way."

I picked up the cherry and plopped it into my mouth. A moment later, Millie did the same. I watched as her face as the taste of the maraschino cherry registered. Her eyes first went wide and then closed in contentment as the taste of the sweet cheery filled her mouth.

"That's good, Master!" Millie told me enthusiastically.

"The rest is even better, Millie," I assured her as I started digging in. I saw her watching me for a moment to see how I ate this new dish. She took a small bit of whipped cream and ice cream and put it into her mouth.

Millie went absolutely dead still. Her eyes fluttered for a moment before closing. Briefly, I thought that she was going to pass out. I leaned forward to catch her. Before I could reach her, she opened her eyes and said in a voice filled with wonder, "Oh, Master...!"

I just laughed as she proceeded to dig into her ice cream with gusto. She finished it before I was anywhere near halfway through my serving. She put down her spoon and licked the bowl clean. Even after it was spotlessly clean, she continued to lick it in hopes of finding a smidgen left behind.

"I gather you like ice cream, Millie?" I asked unnecessarily.

Millie blushed a bit and dropped her eyes, but she replied truthfully "Yes, Master."

"I'll have to remember that. Perhaps," I mused, "instead of whipping you, I should take away your ice cream as a punishment."

Millie was silent, but her ears dropped and a crestfallen expression appeared on her face. She said in a small voice, "I think I would rather be whipped, Master."

That little statement certainly got my attention. I set down my spoon and reached across the island. I placed my fingers under Millie's jaw and raised her head up so that she was forced to look at me.

"Are you sure about that, Millie?" I asked. "Most slaves would prefer to go without a treat to being beaten."

Millie squirmed a bit, but after a moment, she replied, "The beating was not bad, Master. If that is all I am going to get, I would rather have the ice cream."

I sat back in my chair and considered. I remembered how nice Millie's ass looked when she was waiting for her punishment. There were certain benefits to me to accept her offer. It was not quite right, but if she were willing...

"What if," I asked, "I gave you five strokes instead of three?"

Millie replied without hesitation, "I would take them, Master."

I laughed and said, "You really like your ice cream, Millie. That makes it a very potent punishment to take it from you."

Millie's ears drooped. She suddenly realized the weapon she had given me to punish her.

"I will tell you what, though," I said thoughtfully. "I will give you a sporting chance. Three times per week, you can either be whipped or have your ice cream taken away. The first and third times, you decide. The second time, I make the choice."

"If I am good and do not get punished three times in a week, Master, do I get the ice cream?" Millie asked hopefully.

"If you are good, you get the ice cream," I replied

I reached over and ran a finger down Millie's left side. I could feel every rib under her pelt.

"I do not plan to starve you, Millie. You need some flesh to go on those bones. I think late night ice cream will be a frequent treat, so long as you are good."

Millie curled up into a brown fur ball. She hugged her legs to her chest and wrapped her tail about her body. She looked so cute sitting there curled up and smiling broadly at me.

"I'll be good, Master!"

I believed her. If not, there was still the delightful prospect of some very nice furry bottom views for my enjoyment to go with her gentle punishments.