{"sf1_id":652963,"sf2_id":"214zyyMm","title":"Punishments","author":"SMWolf","words":2033,"posted_at":"2014-01-20T18:40:00.000Z","tags":["Human","M/F","Master/Slave","Mild Spanking","Mild punishment","Mouse","No-Yiff","Punishment","Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/652963-punishments","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214zyyMm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ce/8f/ce8f9d84-13b9-416e-ad36-b3ab14f79094","description":"A mouse is punished","content":"# Punishments\n\n## S.M. Wolf\n\n* * *\n\nMillie and this story are © S.M. Wolf, 2014.\u0026nbsp; They may not be used without prior permission of the author.\u0026nbsp; Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.\n\n* * *\n\n\u0026nbsp; I found a mouse in my pantry this evening.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMost people would set out bait and traps.\u0026nbsp; I sent her to my bedroom.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen I entered a few minute later, Millie, my new mouse slave, was waiting for me.\u0026nbsp; As instructed, she was kneeling on a short chaise with her small paws resting on the back.\u0026nbsp; She was staring at the wall, but I could see her start when she heard the door close.\u0026nbsp; Her ears drooped in a mixture of fear and dread.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI paused for a moment to admire the view.\u0026nbsp; Her tail was raised high and set a bit to the right.\u0026nbsp; It left her small but well formed rump on display.\u0026nbsp; Between her round mounds, I could just see a bit of pink to show me where her labia were.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI went to the closet and placed my shirt within it.\u0026nbsp; I selected an older belt from several hanging in the closet.\u0026nbsp; It was about an inch wide and forty-four inches long.\u0026nbsp; I doubled it up and walked back over to Millie.\n\n![preview?page=643417\u0026filename=SMWolf+-+Be](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/preview?page=643417\u0026filename=SMWolf+-+Belt+Whipping+-+Alternative+View+-+small.jpg)\n\nMillie had turned her head to see what I was doing.\u0026nbsp; She stared at the belt as I approached her.\u0026nbsp; Her mouth opened, and I could see the gleam of unshed tears in her eyes.\u0026nbsp; At the last moment, she realized that she was looking at the belt instead of the wall.\u0026nbsp; She whipped her head back around to stare at the wall.\u0026nbsp; I could hear the faintest of sobs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI scratched my beard with my left hand in contemplation for a moment and said, \"You look like you're ready to puke.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy words set off a torrent of crying.\u0026nbsp; Around it, Millie managed to wail, \"I'm sorry, Master!\u0026nbsp; Please don't beat me!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI reached out and stroked my mouse femfur's head gently.\u0026nbsp; Slowly, she calmed until she was just sobbing intermittently.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Millie,\" I said, \"I told you not to go into the pantry.\u0026nbsp; If you wanted more food, all you had to do was ask.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ask?\" Millie said incredulously.\u0026nbsp; It was easy to tell that she did not believe me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, ask,\" I replied firmly.\u0026nbsp; With a grin and a bit of a chuckle, I added, \"That was why I told you to do so, if you were hungry.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie dropped her head and closed her eyes.\u0026nbsp; I saw two tears fall to the floor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI continued to stroke her head gently as I said, \"But you didn't, and that means you get punished.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie turned her head away and said bitterly, \"Torture me, don't you mean?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was the closest thing to rebellion that I had heard from Millie since I had bought her.\u0026nbsp; It said quite a bit about her past and her expectations for what was to come now and in the future.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI continued to stroke her head gently.\u0026nbsp; I said, \"No, punish you, much as I would punish a wayward young human child.\u0026nbsp; Firmly, but with limits.\u0026nbsp; I will take into account that you are older and should be able to understand my commands.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have no interest in torturing you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie turned her head a bit towards me.\u0026nbsp; She looked up at me with an expression that clearly said without any words that she did not believe me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sighed.\u0026nbsp; She had little reason to believe me, but I still had hoped that she would.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"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.\u0026nbsp; \"I am sure that you have been through hell.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hopefully things will be better now, but I still expect you to do as I say.\u0026nbsp; When you do not, you can expect a reasonable punishment of some sort.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie turned her head and stared at the wall.\u0026nbsp; She set her jaw.\u0026nbsp; It seemed that there was nothing I could say that would change her mind.\u0026nbsp; I sighed and shook my head a bit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie bit her lower lip as I took up position beside her bottom.\u0026nbsp; I raised the belt and brought it down on the center of her ass.\u0026nbsp; The leather belt striking furred flesh made a small crack.\u0026nbsp; Millie squealed and half rose from the chaise.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes were wide as she waited for the pain to register.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSeveral seconds passed with Millie kneeling almost upright on the chaise, but the agony she expected did not come.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Instead there was a small but definite bit of pain that was already subsiding.\u0026nbsp; She blinked in confusion and disbelief.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI waited with the belt at my side.\u0026nbsp; I finally asked Millie drolly, \"Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy words brought her back to her sense.\u0026nbsp; She hunched her shoulders and dropped back into a position more on all fours.\u0026nbsp; I caught her watching me with a slightly puzzled expression as I raised the belt and struck her butt higher than last time.\u0026nbsp; There was again a nice crack, but there was little pain.\u0026nbsp; I could see the confusion in her face grow.\u0026nbsp; She had no idea why I was not striking harder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI raised the belt and delivered a third blow on the lower curve of her ass cheeks.\u0026nbsp; Apparently, I struck a little harder this time because she jumped.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI walked back to the closet and put the belt away.\u0026nbsp; I closed the door and turned around empty-handed.\u0026nbsp; Millie watched me cautiously as I walked back to her.\u0026nbsp; I extended a hand to help her from the chaise.\u0026nbsp; She stared at in shock.\u0026nbsp; In a trembling voice, she asked, \"Is that it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI have a very dry sense of humor.\u0026nbsp; It came to the fore as I said in a totally deadpan voice, \"Unless you want some more.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No, Master!\" Millie replied very quickly in a mildly terrified voice.\u0026nbsp; She obviously thought that I was offering to beat her more.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI actually laughed at her reaction.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It's okay, Millie,\" I told her.\u0026nbsp; \"I was just being droll.\u0026nbsp; Your punishment is over and done.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI reached out with my right hand and scratched her back between her shoulder blades.\u0026nbsp; She arched her shoulders back, but she did not try to escape my touch.\u0026nbsp; I saw her eyes close slightly, and a smile came to her face at the pleasure of my touch.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"This was a punishment, Millie, and just as I said, it was something that I would give a child for disobeying me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nothing more.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI 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.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ice cream?\" Millie asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI smiled down at her and asked, \"Haven't you ever had ice cream?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't think so, Master,\" she replied uncertainly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"In that case, you are in for quite a treat!\" I told her enthusiastically.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI helped Millie up and led her into the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; I had her sit down at the island while I grabbed the ice cream and toppings.\u0026nbsp; I noticed that she did not even wince when she sat down.\u0026nbsp; I served up two large heaping bowls of chocolate ice cream covered with chocolate syrup, whipped cream, chopped nuts and a cherry on top.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI pushed a bowl and spoon to Millie and told her, \"There is some controversy about how to eat the cherry.\u0026nbsp; Some people say to eat it first.\u0026nbsp; Others say to save it to the last.\u0026nbsp; I do it either way.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI picked up the cherry and plopped it into my mouth.\u0026nbsp; A moment later, Millie did the same.\u0026nbsp; I watched as her face as the taste of the maraschino cherry registered.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes first went wide and then closed in contentment as the taste of the sweet cheery filled her mouth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That's good, Master!\" Millie told me enthusiastically.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"The rest is even better, Millie,\" I assured her as I started digging in.\u0026nbsp; I saw her watching me for a moment to see how I ate this new dish.\u0026nbsp; She took a small bit of whipped cream and ice cream and put it into her mouth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie went absolutely dead still.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes fluttered for a moment before closing.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Briefly, I thought that she was going to pass out.\u0026nbsp; I leaned forward to catch her.\u0026nbsp; Before I could reach her, she opened her eyes and said in a voice filled with wonder, \"Oh, Master...!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI just laughed as she proceeded to dig into her ice cream with gusto.\u0026nbsp; She finished it before I was anywhere near halfway through my serving.\u0026nbsp; She put down her spoon and licked the bowl clean.\u0026nbsp; Even after it was spotlessly clean, she continued to lick it in hopes of finding a smidgen left behind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I gather you like ice cream, Millie?\" I asked unnecessarily.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie blushed a bit and dropped her eyes, but she replied truthfully \"Yes, Master.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'll have to remember that.\u0026nbsp; Perhaps,\" I mused, \"instead of whipping you, I should take away your ice cream as a punishment.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie was silent, but her ears dropped and a crestfallen expression appeared on her face.\u0026nbsp; She said in a small voice, \"I think I would rather be whipped, Master.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat little statement certainly got my attention.\u0026nbsp; I set down my spoon and reached across the island.\u0026nbsp; I placed my fingers under Millie's jaw and raised her head up so that she was forced to look at me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Are you sure about that, Millie?\"\u0026nbsp; I asked.\u0026nbsp; \"Most slaves would prefer to go without a treat to being beaten.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie squirmed a bit, but after a moment, she replied, \"The beating was not bad, Master.\u0026nbsp; If that is all I am going to get, I would rather have the ice cream.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sat back in my chair and considered.\u0026nbsp; I remembered how nice Millie's ass looked when she was waiting for her punishment.\u0026nbsp; There were certain benefits to me to accept her offer.\u0026nbsp; It was not quite right, but if she were willing...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What if,\" I asked, \"I gave you five strokes instead of three?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie replied without hesitation, \"I would take them, Master.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI laughed and said, \"You really like your ice cream, Millie.\u0026nbsp; That makes it a very potent punishment to take it from you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie's ears drooped.\u0026nbsp; She suddenly realized the weapon she had given me to punish her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I will tell you what, though,\" I said thoughtfully.\u0026nbsp; \"I will give you a sporting chance.\u0026nbsp; Three times per week, you can either be whipped or have your ice cream taken away.\u0026nbsp; The first and third times, you decide.\u0026nbsp; The second time, I make the choice.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"If I am good and do not get punished three times in a week, Master, do I get the ice cream?\" Millie asked hopefully.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"If you are good, you get the ice cream,\" I replied\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI reached over and ran a finger down Millie's left side.\u0026nbsp; I could feel every rib under her pelt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I do not plan to starve you, Millie.\u0026nbsp; You need some flesh to go on those bones.\u0026nbsp; I think late night ice cream will be a frequent treat, so long as you are good.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMillie curled up into a brown fur ball.\u0026nbsp; She hugged her legs to her chest and wrapped her tail about her body.\u0026nbsp; She looked so cute sitting there curled up and smiling broadly at me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'll be good, Master!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI believed her.\u0026nbsp; If not, there was still the delightful prospect of some very nice furry bottom views for my enjoyment to go with her gentle punishments.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}