[#202] Listening

Missy told me before she left for work that if I didn't have the dishes done by the time she got home, I'd get punished.  And the last punishment was bad enough!  She cut my hair like I used to have it when I was five years old, and tied it into pigtails every morning.  The punishment before that, she changed out all my underwear for little girl panties, with teddy bears on them.  And the time before that, she replaced all my clothes with pink dresses.  I thought I had this under control, but I got a new video game last night.  I was so eager to play it, I totally lost track of time.  And before I realized how late it was, Missy had already found the pile of dishes in the sink.

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"You can't keep the dishes clean, so I don't see why I should trust you to keep underwear clean, either. Mayhap you're nothing more than a toddler, not even a child."

The words haunted me as she led me through the halls of the slim rowhouse, up three flights of stairs to the master bedroom that she now called home. I tugged limply at her grasp, but there was none of the fire and passion I'd had when this had all first started. I whimpered and whinnied and pouted but got led all the same. What was she planning for me?

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Missy and I had been living together for a few years.  She needed a roommate and so did I.  But I never really pulled my weight.  It wasn't surprising that Missy was fed up with it.  But the way she treated me now... 

"Please, Missy..."

"Hush now.  Over here.  Over my lap."

Missy had sat down on her bed.  Over her lap?  Why would I do that?

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I didn't even understand the meaning of that, in context. Over her lap like... like straddle her? Like... head on her lap? I thought about the context clues to the situation, to her earlier comment, and the solution began to dawn on me. Oh. I shook my head. 

"Please, Missy..."

My plea repeated, and she shook her head firmly, putting me in place. 

"Now."

I whimpered and sighed and looked down at my feet. What choice did I have?

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She flipped up the back of my dress and the seat of my panties slid down my bottom.  I whimpered and kicked, even before the first spanking.  Not with her hand, but with a firm wooden paddle.  In no time, I was crying and begging.

"Please!  Please no more!" 

But Missy didn't stop until my butt was red and sore.  She pulled up my panties, pinned my dress up, and popped a pacifier in my mouth.

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"That was your punishment. Short and brief. Next time, I won't be quite so kind. Into the corner, stand with your nose in the crook, and don't come out until you've thought about your behavior - until you can come tell me what you did wrong."

Not do the dishes. That answer was obvious. But it took me a whole two hours to figure out that it wasn't the answer she wanted from me - she wanted something entirely more damning. When I tugged on her shirt and looked down, I grumbled meekly.

"I disobeyed you. I didn't listen."

Missy just smiled.