It had been a long, busy week. Daddy had been distracted and brought work home every night. Flora was feeling restless and neglected, having gotten the bare minimum of milkings and not been teased at all. She had even had to milk herself a few times! The little cow had tried to behave and not whine but the lack of attention had made her petulant and bratty.
David walked up to the house, happy to have finally reached his deadline. He smiled as he opened the door, expecting her usual exuberant greeting. His smile faltered when he was greeted with silence. No eager pet jumping all over him.
"Pet? I'm home!" He called out, scanning the house but not seeing her. There was no answer. A quick search revealed she wasn't in the house at all and he started to get irritated.
The back door was open slightly and he walked outside, guessing she was in the barn for some reason. Inside the barn was quiet and fragrant, cool and dark.
"Flora, are you in here?" He heard a rustling from the hay loft.
"Yes David," she answered with heavy sarcasm on his name.
Something was obviously wrong, his little cow was much too well trained, meaning the disrespect was deliberate.
"Little Girl," his voice was stern and slightly raised, "Get your ass down here!"
"No." She answered breezily, as if she were oblivious to his tone,"I'm reading, I'll be in later."
"Pet, you are trying my patience, this is your last chance to avoid serious consequences."
She popped up and looked down at him, "Pet?!" She yelled, "You don't get to call me that! The only person who calls me that is my Daddy and he doesn't seem to live here anymore."
He stepped back, shocked at her tone but more shocked to realize what the problem was. As he looked up at her he was startled to see the entire front of her shirt was soaked.
"Flora," his tone was gentler, like he was trying to soothe a scared animal, "When was the last time you were milked?"
She looked down at her wet shirt and shot him an angry look, big tears sprang up in her eyes, "This morning, I used the manual pump after SOMEBODY couldn't be bothered to take care of me."
He winced realizing the little manual pump wouldn't have emptied her breasts properly and she must have been painfully engorged.
"Come down sweet girl, I'm trying to keep my temper because you have a point, I've neglected you this week, but you are being a brat and pushing the boundaries of my patience." He held out his hand and motioned for her to come to him.
She was still angry, a week's worth of loneliness and worry having built up to a breaking point. She couldn't just let it go so quickly.
"I'm surprised you came looking for me, I didn't figure you'd notice if I wasn't around." She crossed her arms and pouted, he half expected her to stomp her foot next.
"If I have to come up there and drag you down you won't like how it goes for you. Come here now." His voice was calm but she recognize that he was done tolerating her attitude. She sighed and descended the ladder. He grabbed her waist before she touched the ground and lifted her down, turning her to face him.
"Good girl." He kissed her forehead, ignoring her scowl."Now let's see how bad this is."
She shivered as he peeled her t-shirt off, then removed her bra. Her breasts were hot to the touch and she cringed as he hefted them in his hands. The skin looked thin, blue veins stretched across the surface.
"You are rock hard baby, Jesus, let's get you emptied." He pulled her toward the milking machine set up in one of the stalls. She automatically finished undressing as he got it set up. She wanted to hold on to her temper but the hot ache of her breasts was a higher priority.
She dropped to all fours and crawled into position. He gently squeezed her right breast causing a stream of milk to hit the concrete under her.
"Little cow your udders are so engorged I won't be able to hook the machine up yet, I'm going to have to milk you by hand to relieve some of the pressure." He petted her head in a reassuring manner then moved away to find a bucket.
Out of her line of sight he took a moment to compose himself. How could he have let this happen? She was in pain both emotionally and physically because he hadn't been paying attention. He had to do better than this, she trusted him to take care of her, had given him so much control, and he had abused her trust this past week. He gave himself a shake and put his Daddy face back on before heading back to start fixing his mistake.
She knelt there trembling as the adrenaline from her tantrum started to break down. He noticed her shaking and stroked her from neck to ass, murmuring soothing words.
Carefully and rhythmically he squeezed her right breast until it had softened enough to attach the nozzle of the milker. He moved to the left side and as he started relieving the pressure there she lowered her head, her hair covering her face.
"I thought you were tired of me, you didn't want me anymore." Her voice was thick with tears.
He cringed, this was bad. He gently reached over to move her hair and tilt her face toward him, putting on what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Talking wasn't allowed in the milking stall but there would be a time and a place to address that.
"How could I get tired of you? You are my prize heifer." He grinned and bopped her nose with his index finger.
She giggled and sniffed, her eyes wet but the tears no longer falling.
"Let's get you properly emptied, then we can go in and have a long chat." He finished hooking up the nozzles and turned on the machine, she groaned as the suction started.
"Feel good little cow?" He chuckled.
"Moooo!"
He walked behind her and she zoned out, listening to the machine, watching the white milk flow through the tubes leading from her breasts to the collection bottle. She jumped when something cool touched her pussy lips.
"Spread your legs little cow." he coaxed, his hand on the inside of her thigh. She obediently moved her knees further apart. "Good girl." he praised. She wiggled her ass happily and mooed again.
The cool thing resting against her pussy lips came to life, buzzing softly. He positioned it so it was just barely brushing her clit. She moved her hips, earning a slap on her right rump.
"Be still. This is just too help encourage maximum production, not to get you off."
She whined, getting her a swat on the other side.
"You've already got some punishment coming, I suggest not making it worse."
She mooed in what she hoped was a contrite manner.
She heard him move away, fiddling with things in the barn as she tried to be still, desperately wanting to get just a little more contact with the vibrator. She felt a trickle of wetness run down her thigh, mingling with the other smells from the barn she could now smell her own arousal.
She watched the tubes, trying to distract herself from the torment between her legs. She noticed the flow has nearly stopped.
