The Slave's Punishment
#2 of The Slave and Her Master
"Lily dear, wake up," Grigory said.
No response. The hyena was asleep on her belly, her cheek to the pillow and her sable locks partly strewn about the pillow and partly covering her face. Grigory lay on his side, almost face to face with the sleeping hyena, and pulled the covers down below her waist. He smiled and reached over, lightly stroking her back with his fingertips. Lily stirred but she didn't wake and turned on her side. The covers slipped a little further, and so did Grigory's paw.
He moved his paw over the outline of her figure and over her thigh, then he moved down a little and then up back to lightly brush her crotch, a bit of her sticky juices caught his finger. This time Lily groaned and curled up little.
Grigory laughed softly, smirking. How can she still be wet?
He rolled her onto her back and brushed her hair out of her face. He touched her eyelids with his fingers and lightly trailed his fingertips over her nose and lips and down her neck till he came to her breasts and brushed the curves of the hyena's breasts with his fingers and moved closer to her, his hot breath blowing over her neck and shoulder. He circled her left nipple with his finger, watching the little bud harden, and moved to her other nipple. He kissed her breast and moved his paw down her body to her legs. His other paw slipped beneath her lifted her right leg while his free paw delved into her slit.
"No please!" Lily cried out, pushing his paw away.
She quickly covered her eyes and closed her legs.
Laughing, Grigory picked her up in his arms and sat her in his lap.
"Good morning," he said, kissing her forehead.
Lily rested her head against his chest.
"You slept well," Grigory said.
"Yes," Lily said, though it was more of a whisper.
Grigory picked his pocket watch up from the nightstand and looked at it.
"It's nearly noon," he said.
"It feels so early," Lily said softly.
"Come," Grigory said, setting her on the edge of the bed, and pressed a button on the wall.
Lily stood up and looked around for her sarong. She found it at the foot of the bed and tied it around her waist.
Grigory checked his watch again.
"Lily, will you go and get the mail?" he asked.
"May I have a shawl?" Lily asked.
"No, you'll go as you are," Grigory said.
Lily opened her mouth to protest.
But it's so cold outside. Is what she would have said, but she held her tongue.
She contemplated this as she made her way downstairs. Her legs felt like jelly and she clung to the rail for support.
One maid was watering the plants. She looked up at Lily and smiled, somewhat happy to see another hyena in the mansion, but then went back to her work.
Lily pulled the heavy oak doors open and jumped a little as the cold air touched her.
Can't keep him waiting. She said to herself.
She took a step forward, then a few more. Reaching the end of the path she saw there was no mailbox. A small blue truck was slowly approaching from the left. It came to a slow halt and a yellow lab stepped out.
Lily dropped her head, blushing scarlet.
"M-mail for Mr. Grigory?" she asked timidly.
The lab smiled and held out a small stack of envelopes. Lily reached for them, as her paw grasped the envelopes the lab's paw reached forward and grabbed her breast. A stunned Lily raised her paws in protest but the lab just smiled and squeezed her breast and tweaked her nipple, then he smiled a little broader and tipped his hat to Lily and returned to his truck.
For a moment Lily stood there and watched his truck disappear, then turned and headed back to the house. The hyena maid from earlier rushed up to her.
"Your hair is a little messy," the other hyena said, gently pushing a few strands from Lily's face.
"The master is in the Dining Hall, he's waiting for you," the maid said.
She stopped Lily on her way to the door.
"This is falling little," the maid said, and she tied Lily's sarong snuggly round her hip.
"Thank you," Lily said.
But he's going to tear it off anyway. Lily thought to herself as she entered the Dining Hall. A few candles had been lit in a gold holder in the center of the table but the rest of the room was lit from the light outside.
Grigory was sitting at the end of the table.
"Your mail sir," Lily said, as she held out the envelopes, then she bit her lip.
Grigory held his paw out and pulled Lily into his lap, he set the envelopes down on the table and fondled her breasts.
"You must be hungry," he said, rubbing Lily's belly.
Lily nodded. She looked at the spread out of the corner of her eye. It all looked so delicious, fresh fruit, toast with golden butter, scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Would you like something to eat?" Grigory asked.
"Yes, please Mr. Grigory," Lily nodded.
The meerkat pushed her down between his legs. He dangled a juicy-looking strawberry in her face.
"If you're a good girl you can have some," he said as he uncovered his cock.
He pressed the head of his cock to her lips and Lily turned her head away.
"If you don't, you don't get food," Grigory said.
But I don't know what to do. Lily thought to herself.
He pushed the head of his cock past her lips and Lily made a face at the bitter taste. He patted her head.
"Good girl," he moaned.
He ran his fingers through the hyena's dark mane and bucked into her mouth. Lily groaned as his pre leaked on her tongue and she whimpered when he pulled and twisted her hair with his fingers. He came quickly, filling her mouth with his hot cum. Drops of the meerkat's cum leaked from Lily's mouth as she pulled off his cock and stained his pants.
"You've made another mess," Grigory said.
"I'm sorry," Lily said softly.
"I have a meeting in an hour, now I'll have to change. This was my best suit."
"I'm sorry."
Grigory stoop up and buckled his belt. Lily stood up but Grigory grabbed her arm.
"You ruined my best suit, you need to pay for your mistakes," he said, and pulled Lily over his lap. The tips of her toes and fingers grazed the smooth wood of the floor.
He pulled her sarong down and ran his paw over her ass.
"How many do you think you deserve?" Grigory asked, squeezing the hyena's cheeks.
Lily's cheeks turned a light shade of red.
"What-" she began, but she was quickly silenced as Grigory brought his paw down hard on her ass.
She cried out and struggled, her paws slapped at and brushed the floor and her legs shook.
"No more! Please sir no more!" Lily cried.
But the meerkat was unrelenting as he continued to smack her ass. Over and over again Grigory slapped the hyena's cheeks, each time his paw came in contact with her round buttocks they would jiggle and a red mark would appear, and with each smack the hyena's cries would grow louder. With each smack her cheeks began to redden and swell. Finally he stopped. He stood Lily up. Her face was slightly flushed and tearstained. She tossed her head forward to hide her face behind her hair as she fixed her sarong.
"We'll talk about this later," Grigory said.
He confined Lily to a room on second floor. It was ugly and dusty. The walls were a dirty yellow in color and the floor was wooden. There was a single mattress in the corner.
"Think about what you've done," Grigory told her before he left.
Lily wandered around the room, stopping in between to stare out the window.
"I don't understand what I've done," she said to herself.
The door clicked open and the hyena maid from earlier stepped in. She fixed a silver pin into her hair.
"It's alright," the maid said.
She held out her paw.
"Come with me," she said.
"But if Mr. Grigory finds out, he'll be furious," Lily said.
"It's alright, you let me worry about that," the hyena maid said.
She took Lily's paw.
"Come," she said.
The hyena maid led Lily down the hall to another room. This one had white-colored walls and a cherry wood floor. There was a bed in the corner with mint green sheets and a matching quilt and pillows. Next to the bed was a cherry wood nightstand with a Tiffany lamp on it. There was a window near the end of the bed. In the other corner there was a desk with a chair.
The hyena maid untied Lily's sarong.
"Lay down," she said.
Please don't spank me again. Lily pleaded to herself.
The hyena maid sat beside her, in her paw she held a small glass jar filled with a milky cream. She unscrewed the jar.
"It will help keep the swelling down," the maid said.
She scooped up a dollop of cream with two of her fingers and spread it over Lily's left cheek.
"Poor you," the maid said sweetly, as she gently massaged the cream into Lily's skin.
She then repeated the same process with the other cheek.
"Thank you," Lily said.
"It's alright," the maid said.
Lily buried her face in her arms. The hyena maid placed a paw on Lily's shoulder.
"Why is he so mean?" Lily asked, her voice slightly muffled from the quilt.
"He really isn't so horrible," the hyena maid said.
A nice lie. Lily thought.
"He just gets a little rough," the maid said.
She put her paws on Lily's waist and kissed her shoulder.
"I'm Mary," the maid said.
She kissed down Lily's back and stroked her fingertips up and down Lily's sides.
There was a loud slam. Grigory's voice could be heard downstairs.
"He's home early!" Mary gasped.
She jumped up.
"Quickly!" she whispered.
Lily grabbed her sarong just as Mary grabbed her arm and rushed her down the hall back to the empty room. She shut the door and hurried down the hall just as Grigory came up the stairs. He opened the door to find Lily sitting on the mattress.
"Hello Master, how was your meeting?" she asked.
"Just fine," Grigory said.
He fixed his shirt collar.
"You can come out now. I will meet you in my room," he said.
"Thank you Master," Lily said.
She paused on her way out to stand on the tips of her toes and kiss Grigory on the cheek.