Pets: Bach's Story (5 page)

He poured the thick protein shake into the bottle, screwed the cap into place, and then widened the hole in the contoured nipple.

“Just remember,” he said as he walked back into the dining room, noting as he came that she’d somehow worked her hands out of the straps and was busily struggling to unbuckle her ankles. “You asked for this.”

She took one look at the bottle and covered her mouth with both hands.

Pulling his chair away from the table, he set the bottle next to his unfinished breakfast and sat down. “And now you’ve asked for this, too.”

She screamed when he lifted her from the highchair only to lay her face-down over his knee, and instead of covering her mouth, she snapped her hands back in an effort to protect her bottom.

“No, Papa,” she cried as he skinned her panties down over the swells of her red bottom to the backs of her thighs. “No, no! Papa, no!”

“Papa did not say Pani could be excused from the table,” he told her as he pinned her hands up out of his way. “Pani’s being naughty, and so Pani is going to get a spanking.”

“No, Pani, no!” she sobbed, wiggling her bottom futilely back and forth.

Even knowing she had no idea of the meaning of the words she was parroting, Bach couldn’t help but agree with her. “That’s right. No, Pani, no.”

With a bottom as sore as hers, it didn’t take much to reduce her to tearful wails. But he’d already learned his lesson about leniency. With his disobedient pet, five or six smacks simply wasn’t going to do it. He paddled her soundly, saying all the while, “This is what happens when Pani misbehaves. She gets her bottom spanked. Does Pani like her spanking? Is Papa going to have to spank her every day?”

He repeated the word ‘spank’ with all its varying verbiage in the hopes that she would connect it with the action, and her bottom was so red by the time he was done that it all but shone. When he put her down on the floor, she grabbed her crimson nether cheeks with both hands and, with her panties dangling on one foot, sobbed and stomped out the most darling little dance of pain.

Bach let her jump and cry herself out, waiting until the frenzy had passed and Pani stood, bowed over, clutching herself and wailing, long, wordless cries at her feet. He reached for her.

Taking hold of her arm, he pulled her to him. Though she came, it was with the utmost stiff-legged reluctance.

He lifted her up to straddle his lap, cradling her so close that her head lay upon his chest just above his heart. She was stiff and unresponsive for all of five seconds. He hugged her, patted her back and kissed her cheek as he rocked her from side to side. But when he began to sing to her, a light nonsensical nursery rhyme, suddenly she just melted in his embrace. She let go of her bottom and grabbed his shirt instead, sobbing into him as though her heart were broken.

“All you have to do is be a good girl for Papa, and we won’t have to do this,” he said.

He continued to rock and sing to her until there was nothing left of her sniffles but, baby soft gasps and the occasional miserable hiccup.

He felt like a daddy again. And for the first time in two years, he felt just a little less empty.

Pani lay slightly sideways on his lap, a comfortable armful, her head pillowed in the crook of his elbow, reluctantly sucking from the bottle. From the look on her face, it was obvious that even with the honey she hated the taste. She’d take a few shallow pulls from the nipple, which was made to suit an infant of his species and which was a tad too long for her mouth, then she’d make a face and try to turn her head away. But he was persistent, pressing the bottle against her lips to seat the nipple well into her mouth and made her take every last nutritious drop.

With only a few ounces left to go, she tried to push his hand back and twist her head away. All Bach had to do was switch the bottle to his other hand, tip her hips towards him to make her still bare bottom an easier target and flatten his hand where she could take heed of the ominous warning.

“Does Pani need another spanking?” he asked, both his expression and tone quite stern.

She lunged her mouth towards the bottle, capturing it in both hands and sucking vigorously to get it all down. When his hand returned to a less threatening posture, only then did she relax somewhat and ease back into a more natural (for Pani anyway) and sulky suckling.

“You brought this on yourself,” he told her, trying not to smile. “Maybe after a week or two of bottle feedings, you’ll be ready to eat like a big girl.”

Afterwards, he took her back to the bathroom and washed her face. He held the top of her head with one hand while he brushed her teeth. Twice she tried to reach up and take hold of the toothbrush, and twice he made her put her hands back down to her sides with no more than a firm, “No!”

Once she’d rinsed her mouth, he pulled her dress up and her panties down. He picked her up and set her down on the toilet. No time like the present to get started on the housebreaking.

“Go potty,” he told her.

She looked down at the seat she was perched on, then back up at him.

He folded his arms across his chest and waited.

Her face went bright, bright red. She fidgeted her fingers in the hem of her skirt. She pointed to the bathroom door, and Bach shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere until you go potty. I’m not going to clean up any messes off the floor.”

She made shooing motions at him with both hands.

Bach’s jaw dropped and he stared at her. She was telling him to get out? He looked back at the door. How was it possible to embarrass a human when they weren’t supposed to have dignity to begin with? His eyes narrowed sharply, then he turned his gaze to the bathroom window. Unless, of course, this was yet another escape attempt.

Propping his hip against the sink, he folded his arms again. “Nice try. I’m not going anywhere, either. Now, go potty.”

Pani sighed. Her face flushed even brighter and she turned her head to face the wall an instant before he heard the light tinkling sound of her obedience. She closed her eyes and didn’t look at him until she was done.

He knew she was done when she began to fidget on the toilet, looking from right to left before reaching for the box of cleaning wipes on the little wall shelf beside her. Bach took it from her hand and spread her legs. Wanting to make sure she was clean, he did it himself, then found himself pausing to examine the thatch of red curls that crowned the pouch of her womanhood. Other than the color, just like a real adult woman, except that on Pani it seemed terribly out of place. He should have shaved it off earlier. Well, no time like the present for that, either.

He had her stand on the counter by the bathroom sink and hold the hem of her dress out of the way while he wet and lathered her pubis. She became very vocal when she saw the razor.

But from the instant it touched between her legs, until the very last time the razor swished beneath the running faucet, washing away every last strand of red, she didn’t move. He was still wiping her baby smooth mons clean with a warm, wet cloth, when he heard her bite back first one moan and then another, and that’s when he felt it.

She latched onto his shoulders with both hands when he stroked the little bump with his fingers. Her eyes half closed and her legs began to tremble.

With one hand on her waist to steady her, Bach parted the narrow folds of her labia and took a closer look. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought it a clitoris. Except that it was in the wrong place. Outside instead of in, where it would get the most stimulation during intercourse.

He touched it again, gently rolling the rounded tip, tucked insides its protective hood, with the tip of one finger.

She snapped her legs together, and her hand darted out to slap his. She knew her mistake immediately, and though she shielded that curiously misplaced clit of hers with one hand, the other dart back behind her in a vain attempt to protect her rosy bottom.

“No,” she whimpered.

He pulled her down off the sink and dragged her to the tub, “Pani does not get to hit her Papa.”

“No!” She was shrieking before he even got her fully across his lap, but his hand quickly filled the bathroom with the quick hard claps of palm meeting bare flesh.

He was actually starting to enjoy this. Oh, not the spanking. Not really, anyway.

Although even that had some appeal. She had a very bouncy bottom, and every time his hand slapped down upon it, the chubby nates wobbled and jiggled almost seductively. But that kind of feeling wasn’t one he was prepared to feel towards his pet, no matter how closely she came to resembling a real woman.

No, the part that he liked best was being in charge. He was totally, thoroughly responsible for this naughty little miss, squalling and crying across his lap, trying so hard to cover her bottom to keep him from landing even one more smack upon the crimson mounds. Everything was up to him, from her nutrition to her creature comforts, to her very survival. If he didn’t see to her needs, who else was there? No one. She would flounder and quite possibly even die. That was an awesome realization and oddly enough, for a man who had never considered himself much of a pet owner, it was one that made him happy.

The beginning of bruises were forming where the rounding curve of her nether cheeks meet her thighs. And yet he would have continued to spank her until she drooped limply across his lap in total, abject submission, a penitent pet with an aching bottom to help her accept the error of her misbehaving ways. Unfortunately he had to stop, not because she had reached that phase of absolute repentance, and not because the condition of her bottom had degenerated to the point that spanking her further would have been abusive, but because from an outer room he heard the sedate ‘beep-beep’ of the computer alerting him to an incoming call.

Bach set Pani on her feet. Without giving her pause to rub out the fire he’d lit into her flanks, he took hold of one beribboned braid and marched her out to the living room.

“All right, young lady,” he said, above her self-pitying sobs. “Into the corner. Nose to the wall.”

He put her into the nearest empty one, placing her hands upon the wall to keep her from rubbing her smarting bottom and prematurely soothing away the hurt. A gentle hand between her shoulders pushed her right up to the paint.

“You stay right there until I tell you you may come out.” He pulled up the hem of her dress, tucking it up into the back of her neckline to bare her backside completely. “If you chose not to mind me this time, little one, there will be another spanking, and that one won’t be stopped prematurely!”

Sitting down at his desk, he opened the cupboard that housed his monitor and tapped the keyboard to activate his computer.

“Hello,” he said, leaning back in his chair and swiveling it around so he could watch the struggle as Pani tried to pull herself together.

Through the computer, the low, rolling voice of Councilman Remeik said, “Well, can I assume by that caterwauling in the background that you actually did it?”

“My pet is malformed,” Bach told him. “Thank you for putting in that good word for me, by the way.”

“Any time, my boy. You were one of my best. Besides, I think she’ll be good for you.”

“What makes you think I got a female?”

“Males don’t sound like that when they cry. It also takes an immense amount of punishment to reduce most males to tears, and, by malformed, I assume you mean the odd little bump within the folds of the female genitalia.”

“Her clitoris is outside her body.”

“Strange, isn’t it. They probably don’t feel much by way of sexual stimulation in the wild, poor things. Every time I take my little female to the breeder’s, the males rarely do more than mount her. At least with me, she knows she’ll have her pleasure before I take mine. But that’s just one more reason the human species is substandard. Evolution wasn’t very kind to them sexually, and those small brains provide just enough intelligence to make them vaguely interesting.”

“Pani is more than just vaguely interesting,” Bach said. “I’ve had her one day and some of the things she does seems to go beyond animal instincts. It’s as if she’s…I don’t know, self aware.”

“You’ve been bitten by the human bug, my boy,” Remeik chuckled. “Perfectly understandable. It was the same for me. I’ve had my male for forty years now, and the old boy is coming upon the end of his days. When he goes, I’ll get another one. One young enough to keep up with my female. She exhausts the hell out of him, the ornery little flirt. There aren’t a whole lot of people who get a human and who don’t fall head-over-heels in love with the species. They truly are the most unique of pets. But still only animals.”

“Mm,” Bach grunted. “An animal leading me on a merry chase in obedience.”

“Ah, but the mischief is part of her charm, my boy.”

In the corner, Pani hesitantly turned her head just far enough to look back at him.

“I didn’t say you could come out,” he warned, and she snapped back around, cringing closer to the wall.

Remeik chuckled again. “I can see you need to get back to it, so I’ll let you go. Humans are a fascinating breed, and can be a whole lot of fun. But let me give you a word of advice.

When you’re done smacking her bottom and she’s cuddling into your arms as sweet as can be, don’t be fooled for a second. The only thing you’ve taught her is you can’t spank her when you’re holding her close to you. They are quick, clever, and it will take time for you to win her trust.

But if you don’t have that, you’ll never tame her.”

Chapter Four

Bach turned off the blender and poured the thick, homemade protein drink into a child’s sized bottle. “Okay,” he said as he screwed the nipple over the top. “Your name is—?”

From her high chair at the dining room table, arms and legs both strapped down so she couldn’t make yet another coveted escape attempt, Pani all but rolled her eyes to the ceiling. An exasperated puff blew her bangs up while a quick jerk of her head to one side got them out of her face. She then gave him a barely veiled look of bored disdain.

Bach held up his hand, ominously flat, fingers together, showing her his very threatening palm. “Do I have to spank you again?”