the best.” He looked at Kitty. “If it goes to shit and we have to get rid of someone to keep the peace at Blaze, you have to know it’ll be you.”
I scented her anger and fear, but only for a second. “That sucks, but yes, I figured as much.”
“Then don’t let it come to that.” He looked at me. “I’ll be talking to Bobcat before church and I’ll give him a heads up, but you need to talk to him when he comes back. Dementor, too, since he’s acting as manager.” He sighed. “Once Bobcat is back, ya’ll need to have a heart-to-heart, and I need you to keep both of us updated.”
I nodded and stood. Kitty took the hint and stood with me, and I walked her out.
“I wish you’d told me you were going to bring it up to Mad Dog.”
“You told me to!”
“No. I told you that I couldn’t move in that direction unless you brought it up with him. I asked you to hold off. I told you we needed to talk about it once we’d put this behind us. I had no idea you were actually going to talk to him about it. I’d have liked to’ve had some answers for him.”
“We’re headed to your apartment now, right?”
“Yes.”
“And I need to get naked and into your bed. Mad Dog’s orders.”
My dick throbbed. “Yeah.” It was misting rain, but not enough to bother either of us. I leaned down and popped her on the ass. “You’ll sleep while I’m at church, and when I return, you’re going to get a spanking.”
“What did I do?”
I didn’t answer, and she didn’t ask again.
As it turns out, she was starving when I returned from church, so we went out to eat, and then went for a long walk in the park before returning to my apartment. I wanted to let her food settle before I had to punish her.
She knew something was up on the drive back to my apartment, and I wasn’t surprised. She’s a smart little kitten.
“You seem troubled,” she said as I turned into the apartment complex.
“I’ll explain why when we get inside.”
Neither of us said anything else while I parked, and then as we walked across the parking lot, hand-in-hand. I unlocked my door, motioned her in, and finally spoke again. “Take your clothes off and fold them neatly on the table.”
One of the reasons I like the little kitty so much is her natural submission. She wants to please. She does as she’s told.
I’d been caught off guard earlier, because I’d assumed she’d talk to me before talking to Mad Dog. I was pleased she’d wanted to explore this enough to do so, but displeased she’d put me into a situation where I didn’t have answers for Mad Dog. However, based on her understanding of our conversation, we needed to have a talk about it before I spanked her for it.
I pulled an armless chair from my kitchen table into the living room and sat in it while she undressed. It took her a few moments to get the boots off, but everything came off quickly once they were set to the side. She undressed without giving me a strip tease, which was fine. If I’d wanted a show, I’d have told her. Also, I wouldn’t have instructed her to fold her clothes neatly. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about the clothes, but requiring it is part of making this formal.
When she was finished, I leaned forward a little and pointed to the floor in front of me. “Kneel. We’re going to have regular conversations about the state of our relationship, and this is how it will happen.”
I’d scented unease and confusion with a hint of arousal while she undressed. Now, the arousal kicked up several notches. She needed someone to take control, someone to feed her submission.
“I have a specific way I put my boots on and take them off. Pay attention.” I leaned down and took my right boot off, talking my way through as I untied it and loosened a set number of laces. I lifted my foot towards her and talked her through placing her hand around the back of the heel and pulling it off at the right angle.
“Now you do the other one.”
She reached out for it and I said, “Stop.”
She froze, and I told her, “You acknowledge orders with Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
Her fingers deftly worked the laces, and she asked, “Can you