[#217] Property

"No, no, no!  I didn't do anything wrong!  This is stupid, you're stupid!" As those words slid past my lips, I knew what a mistake they were.  My heart was racing and I felt an ache of adrenaline in my blood.  Run, Kimmy!  Run far away from here!  But last time I ran, it didn't end well.  Memories of those two weeks flooded my mind with fear.  I had to apologize, before I made things worse.

"I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to say--"

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My face was stone and fury but inside my heart was sheer glee.  She was so delightfully stupid.  She made the same mistakes day in and day out.  One would think that I would get bored punishing her, beating her until she sobbed in a pile on the ground - the dumb girl was afraid of wooden spoons at this point - but I didn't.

I could never seem to get enough of breaking her down and I'd only owned her for two months at this point.  Either bouncing back was her superpower or she really was as stupid as she was cute.  No matter what I did to her, within a few days she was making a similar mistake.

Like now.

"Nothing?"  I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.  "You did nothing wrong, Kimberly?"  I leaned in close before growling in her ear, breathing in the perfume of her fear.  "You have three seconds to get the spoon."

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"NO!" Another mistake.  Why was I like this?  Why was I so stupid?  I knew better, I swear I did!  But the thought of the wooden spoon anywhere near me caused a panic response.  Fight or flight.  But neither ever got me anywhere.  There was no escape.

In anger, she threw me to the ground and stomped off into the kitchen.  I had to move.  I had to get to my feet.  If she came back, she'd hurt me!  But I was paralyzed with fear.  I sat there trembling until she returned and touched the spoon to the underside of my chin.

One touch, that's all it took.  Tears dripped down my cheeks in pure fear and I felt a warm wetness soak into the seat of my uniform.  One touch, that's all it took, and I'd pissed myself like a cornered animal.

"P-please," I begged.

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"Aww."  Sarcasm dripped from the supposed coddling, hot wax from the candle of my domination.  "My property peed on herself, on her pretty blue uniform."

My panties were wet as well, in an entirely different way.  I wanted nothing more than to slide a hand down my jeans and slip a finger inside, to enjoy the intense arousal I got from her utter humiliation.

"I didn't know I bought one with a bladder problem.  I have a friend whose girl can't control herself.  You know what she does?"

I held the spoon there, watching the tears drip down her face as she sat in a pool of her own urine on the tiles.

"Kimberly."  Any semblance of caring was gone.  I was pure ice... on the outside.  "I asked you a question.  What happens to slave girls who can't control their bladders?"

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"I... I don't know..."

A sharp crack echoed through the room as the wooden spoon crashed down on my thigh.  I screamed and fell onto my side, crying and kicking against the pain.

"What happens to slave girls who can't control their bladders?" she repeated. But I didn't know the answer!  Who can't control their bladders?  Babies?  Old people?  What was it called... incontinent?  But I took too long to answer and another crack broke the silence, followed by a blood-curdling scream.

"Diapers!" I shouted, because I couldn't think of anything else and I couldn't take another hit.

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"She does have two brain cells."  I crouched down, my elbows resting on my knees as I watched her.  The skin on her thigh was raising in a welt that would leave a gorgeous bruise.  I would never know what she did to lose her humanity - I didn't want to know.

But I did know that I enjoyed it.

I took her by the chin and kissed her lips even as her salty tears streamed by.  She tasted of fear, despair, and hopelessness.  And I savored it.  She was stunned for the moment - the girl was so stubborn that she had to be mid-punishment to kiss her, else the risk of being bitten was too high.

I let my eyes wander over her, feeling her tender trembling in my fingers, her sobbing breaths.  I kissed her again, long and slow, feeling her body relax in submission.  She was giving up for the moment.

Diapers would look so good on her.  A crinkly, padded bottom wandering my house as she cleaned and fetched me things.  It would entertain me a while longer.  Bruises were starting to bore... I needed something new to do to her.  Honestly, it was lucky for her that she pissed herself.

If she hadn't given me the thought of her waddling about in a soaked diaper, I was going to start piercing her... or branding her.