He sits in his chair, elbows cushioned by the plush arms at his sides. His fingers feel the fibers of the paper at their tips, while his eyes devour the words before them. Ever the voracious reader, he cherishes the full sensory experience of his pastime. The soft rustle soothes his ears as he flips to the next page of his novel. The scent of pressed paper, ink and must wafts over him and he is transported to his childhood spent in his mother's library. Afternoons and evenings tucked away in an overstuffed chair with all manner of books, and Mynx. That lovable furball would always be twining around his legs, curling up at his feet, or purring softly on his lap.
Like all cats, she was a representation of yin and yang. She was equal parts lovingly tender and viciously playful. One moment she would be contently cuddled on his lap. The next second, she would dig a claw into his thigh drawing a yelp and a jump. She was as capable of peacefully lying at his side, as she was batting at the book in his hands if she wanted attention. She could be the biggest pain in the ass, but he wouldn't have had it any other way. The sounds of scratching at wood and the jingling of a collar return his mind to the present.
He resists the urge to glance over his book at the kitten across the room. There is not the slightest doubt in his mind that she is restlessly fidgeting, hoping her sounds will draw his attention. The moment he gives that attention, she will perk up, and that will be the end of his peace this morning. While he certainly wouldn't mind a little petting and play, he is deeply engrossed in his story and relishing the quiet. Furthermore, he cannot let her dictate what he will do. He is her Master and she is his pet. Letting her exert that manipulation over him will only reinforce bad habits. So, he resolves himself to continue his reading.
A couple more pages into his book, the sound of claws ticking on the floor ping like sonar in his ear. He smiles to himself at the impatience but will not concede his focus so easily. Instead, he not so subtly clears his throat, a minor rebuke of his kitten's attempts at distraction. From across the room, he swears he hears a purred whimper in response. He chuckles softly, but not softly enough. Without any reservation, he immediately knows that he has brought himself trouble.
Almost the instant the quiet laugh left his lips, it is met by the ringing of the jingling tags at his pet's throat. He sighs deeply as he knows his tranquil respite is soon to meet its end. Dipping his book slightly, his intense, dark-brown eyes peer over its binding and confirm what his ears had hinted. Gliding along the floor, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen begins her approach. The long black tail sways behind her as she meanders toward him. Her hips sway with each exchange of her paws on the floor. She looks up at him with radiant eyes, sparkling with mischievous playfulness, and a tinge of hunger. He raises his book to the level of hiding his eyes. He mentally resigns to the finality of his reading. Despite his hatred at leaving a chapter unfished, he doesn't even attempt to read the words hovering in front of his face. However, he will relinquish his attention to her so easily. No, his pet will have to earn his consideration.
She sidles up to him, giving a quick sniff of his leg before rubbing her head and shoulder against his calf. The feeling of the warm weight against his leg is accompanied by the sound of a soft purr that spills forth into the surrounding silence. He feels her move at his feet, the length of her side rubbing along his shin as she turns her body to move to his other leg. As with the first leg, she presses her head, followed by her shoulder, into his calf. This time, though, he feels her rise a little between his legs. Just before he can move the book to see what she is up to, he feels teeth playfully clamp down on his inner thigh.
"Fuck!" He exclaims, snapping the book shut with one hand. The dull thud of the leather-bound novel fills the air. It is quickly chased away by the sharp smack of his hand upon her ass. She jumps, startled by the sudden impact, and quickly paces out of the range of his arm. He glares at her moving from him as he rubs the mildly tender spot on his thigh. No doubt it was just a teasing bite to get his full attention. She could have, and has before, bitten him much harder. Still, he cannot let the offense stand unpunished.
His deep brown eyes burrowing a hole into her, she can feel the intensity of the unseen gaze. Curling around, she inclines her head, fuzzy ears flopping around her face, and regards the stern look. "Listen hear bratty Little Mynx," his commanding tone fills the space between them. "We will have none of that," he says, extending his arm to point to the corner of the room. Across the room, her collar jingles as she shakes her head in defiance of her punishment. Arm unwavering, he maintains his direction to the corner, narrowing his eyes. Looking away, she licks her forepaw and rubs it against the side of her head and face, as if he didn't exist, in response.
Kittens will be kittens, but the disregard was a disrespect he would not tolerate. With remarkable quickness, he leaps from the chair whilst snatching the leash on the table at his side. She tries to scurry away, but he is too fast and too sudden. The distance closed in the blink of an eye, he snatches her by the back of the neck. She mewls a protest as he latches a leash to her collar. Yanking the leash tight, he heads off. As he moves, she practically tips over from the tugging at her neck, before scrabbling and following her Master to the corner. Attaching her leash to a fixture on the wall, he shifts his attention to her.
Blue-grey eyes look up at him with remorse. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he forces her up onto her knees. Placing a hand on either side of her head, he bends forward so they are face to face. Glaring into her eyes without blinking, he spits, "Pet. What are you?"
Lips trembling, she replies, "I am yours. I...I am your pet."
"You damn well better be something else!" His voice steady but raising in volume. Holding her firmly, he waits for the right answer.
"I am sorry, Master," she responds. He raises an eyebrow to her, and she continues, "I am sorry, Master, for disregarding your command."
Sternly he says, "Oh, I think you know this is not my reaction for mere bratty disobedience."
A moment of bewilderment clouds her eyes before they clear with realization. Bowing her head, she knows where she overstepped. "I am sorry, Master, for blatantly ignoring you."
Eyes softening a degree, he releases her face, he says, "This will not be the simple spanking punishment you were expecting with your antics." He commands, "Cross your arms." Instinctively, at the order, her arms overlap behind her back enough to put a slight strain on her shoulders. "Good. I think turnabout is a fair punishment for this," he says spinning away from her. As she watches him leisurely stroll back to his chair and retrieve his book from the table, a revelation dawns on her. Deeply saddened, she understands that to him, he is currently alone in this room. Therefore, so is she.
He opens to where he had left the story and resumes reading. Perhaps, I will finish this chapter after all, he thinks. However, his mind cannot focus on the writing. Neglect is a discipline which he hates to employ. However, its rarity of use plays well to its effectiveness when there has been a clear breach. Shifting slightly in his chair, he repositions himself, so he can clearly see his kitten in his peripheral vision. She properly maintains her punishment position. Even without fixing his sightline upon her, he can see the slight trembling in her core at the effort. The effect, though, is mesmerizing. Her beautifully rounded breasts now jiggle ever so slightly with her shaking torso.
His mouth watering, he returns his attention to his book. He resolves to finish the chapter to give her a couple more minutes to suffer and reflect. Setting the novel down, he rises from his chair and crosses to her. Reaching down, he gently strokes her cheek, then looks into her eyes. Without a word, she knows, one last thing is required. "I am truly sorry, Master. I let my battiness get carried away. By ignoring you, I was overly disrespectful. Please forgive me," she pleads. Satisfied with her genuine contrition, he leans in and kisses her forehead. His fingers work to release the latch of the leash from her collar. Standing over her, a simple nod is all he gives before returning to his chair. Yet, she knows that forgiveness is hers and her punishment is concluded.
Dropping back to all fours, she takes a slow prance around the front of the room, relieving the tension and ache from the time spent in her stationary position. As her muscles and joints relax through their release, she realizes that her Master's loving gaze is following her movements. While it didn't quite go as planned, she has his undivided attention, now. Gaining that reignites the fire of lust that called her to action earlier. Turning away from him, she crawls a few steps then arches her back to stretch herself. He cannot help but smile at his kitten's display. Her stomach nearly scraping the ground as she dips down, pushes her tight ass into the air. He can see the reddening on the cheek he swatted earlier, even making out the faint pattern of his hand. Her fuzzy black tail dangles from its plug, obscuring his view of her lips, but he doesn't mind. He will have those soon enough, he knows.
Curling her upper body first, she leaves her ass displayed an extra moment, preening for her love, as she turns. She begins to crawl towards him, the soft fur of her tail tickles her inner thighs as it brushes them. She exaggerates each movement of her body, displaying the soft lines and curves of her form. He revels in the magnificence of her femininity. His eyes drink in her erotic elegance, his soul getting buzzed on the intoxicating effect.
Everything about her, from the way she moves to the seductive expression on her face, exudes sensuality as she approaches him. Crawling up to his feet, she leans her shoulder into the inside of his knee. Gently pressing forward, she uses her upper body to nudge his leg outward. Having spread him apart, she pushes her way between his legs and rests her head in his lap. Nuzzling her face into his crotch, she pulls her legs in close, so she can sit back on her hind legs.
