EXCERPT
Melsint had always expected that a kitten’s tail, if she wore one, would be pinned to her panties. It turned out that that was not what her new masters had in mind.
She looked skeptically at the sleek furry tail that was attached to a smooth metal bulb. It was to go in her rear. Master Evston swished the silky tail over her skin, playing with her.
“Must it? Are there none that can pin onto clothing?”
“What clothing?”
She swallowed, glancing down at herself. She was naked, but she’d thought that would just be during the first quarter-dulcate of training when she was strictly confined to two rooms upstairs, her sleeping room and the playroom. She knew that each of her masters had a chamber in the same wing, but she’d never seen either of their rooms. She would’ve liked to at least have a peek, but there was never a chance. The only time she was ever alone was when she was locked in her personal chamber.
The door to the playroom opened.
“Too late to surprise him,” Master Evston said.
The commander strode in, and she hurried to him. When she greeted Master Evston, she always dropped to the floor as she had that first day and waited for him to tell her to rise. Sometimes she met the commander that way, but sometimes if she was agitated about something she didn’t.
She reached up, saying excitedly, “Hello, Sir.”
He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her. “Hello, kitten. Have you been good or naughty today?”
She paused a moment, then said honestly, “Both. I think you’ll think both.”
“What have you done? Crashed another glider? Set fire to the south tower with flaming catapults?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“So, then?” he asked, his expression serious.
“Master Evston brought me a beautiful present, but I was reluctant to try it on. Or should I say, in?”
The commander glanced over at his brother, who held up the tail.
Commander Rocurt unfastened his belt and slid it from his pants. “That was ungrateful, kitten. I’m disappointed in you.”
She hung her head. “I’m sorry. I think it will hurt.”
“Nonsense.” He turned and held his belt out to the lord.
“No, go ahead. I’m going to punish her another way when you’re done.”
“Up on your toes as you bend over the couch, kitten.”
She shivered nervously. “Sir, I think—”
“Kitten,” the commander said more sharply.
She raced to the couch and bent over it, presenting her helpless bottom to him.
He grazed his knuckles over her skin, teasing her, and then pried her globes slowly apart.
“Sir!”
“Quiet,” he said in a low voice. “Do you think you decide which little hole is available for use and which isn’t? You should know better than that by now.”
A sharp little flick of his finger against her ring made her suck in a breath. She squeezed her eyes closed and braced herself. Would he punish her there? In that small sensitive place? He could. They both could. Her heart beat wildly.
“Well?” Master Rocurt demanded.
“Sir?” she murmured.
“Who decides what happens to your body?” he asked, swirling his thumb around her ring.
“You do—you and Master Evston,” she stuttered.
He flicked her hole again, making her whimper. Then Master Rocurt stepped back, leaving her cold and unsure.
“Raise your ass higher,” Master Evston commanded. “Nice and high like a good kitten.”
She rose onto her toes, clutching the couch cushions for purchase.
The belt slapped against her with a sting that lit up her flesh.
“Oh!” she cried out and danced on her toes.
More spanks followed, and they blossomed into explosions of pain.
“Please!”
“Ev?”
“No,” Master Evston said. “She needs a lesson.”
The belt slammed against her backside with a sharp swipe. She screeched several times as the punishment continued, then dissolved into tears, apologizing ceaselessly.
When he stopped, Master Rocurt massaged her scalding rump. “Gorgeous and blood red. Down on your knees now.”
She scrambled down to the floor, sobbing fat tears.
“Kiss it,” he said, extending the instrument of her wretchedness.
She kissed the belt and his knuckles, completely contrite.
“Crawl to your other master.”
She turned and clamored to the lord, tearfully begging his pardon for failing to obey him.
He bent and petted her head. “It’s all right,” he said, rubbing her tears away with his thumbs. “That was a hard punishment. All forgiven.”
“What about the second punishment?” Master Rocurt asked.
“Another time. Go lie over the back of the couch again, Mels.”
Sniffling, she did as she was bade.
“Open her for me,” Master Evston said.
Master Rocurt gripped her scalding cheeks and spread them. She squirmed and whimpered, but didn’t try to escape. She felt her little bottom hole twitch. Cool slippery oil dripped onto her winking rosette. There were so many sensations.
“Don’t go straight in, Ev. Tease her with it.”
She bit her lip, a stab of desire ripping through her. She could not believe this was her life, the plaything of two powerful men who helped each other turn her into a wanton creature willing to submit to every carnal act. Not that she had much choice when her bum was whipped with a belt for refusing.
The cool metal swirled around her ring then pressed against it. She clenched, even though an odious kind of pleasure threatened to overtake her.
“Do not resist,” Master Rocurt warned.
“It’s so hard,” she whispered frantically.
“I don’t care. Be good for us, or stretching you back here will be the entire night’s entertainment. Do you know how many very large toys we have that can be inserted into this little hole?”
She swallowed nervously.
“Not to mention that he could use what he really wants to skewer you with,” Master Evston teased, pressing the bulb deeper.
She gasped. It didn’t hurt. It actually felt rather good.
“Look how she moves,” Master Evston said.
“I see,” the commander said. “Nips are tight little nubs, too. Someone likes her bottom being played with.”
Then with a good little stretch the bulb popped inside. The weight of it sunken into her was very naughty and sexy. She drew in a breath and moved her bottom experimentally, swishing her furry tail.
Master Evston chuckled.
“Mmm,” the commander said, pulling her upright. “And see how easy that was, kitten? You got yourself in trouble for nothing.”
“Quite,” Master Evston agreed. “Go stand in the corner, pet, and think about your behavior.”
