by Sara Fields
“With every woman we sell, we make sure to follow up with mandatory sessions after her purchase. We bring her into a room with just the two of us and if she is unhappy in any way, we take her back. It’s part of our contract. Even before sale though, we make sure to screen potential buyers heavily, before they purchase one of our girls. We pride ourselves in placing each pet into the perfect home,” he responded with a sense of pride and she couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m happy to hear that,” she replied, lifting her head and noticing that Noah was walking down the path in their direction.
When he eventually joined them, he grinned and unlocked the door as the three of them went inside. Isabella crawled behind them with her head held high and her tail swishing between her legs. When the three of them walked into the main room, all the kittens greeted them with smiles, mews, and soft purrs. Isabella nuzzled them as they brushed against her, feeling a sort of camaraderie with all the women there. She’d experienced a lot in their company and they were there to support her as well. She liked that very much.
“Becky?” Zack called out and the blonde who was grooming herself in the window yesterday crawled forward toward them. Mama kitty curled around Isabella and held her close while the men worked with the rest of the girls. It was then that she noticed the light wooden paddle clipped to Noah’s belt and she swallowed heavily, knowing that Becky was in for it.
Mama kitty took Isabella’s leash and led her over to a nearby bed. She lay down and held Isabella close, not allowing her to venture away even the slightest inch.
“Be calm, little kitten. The masters must remind some kittens who is in charge,” Mama kitty explained quietly and Isabella allowed herself to relax in the woman’s arms.
She watched as Noah took a seat and Zack guided the blonde-haired kitten over his brother’s knee. Zack pulled down Becky’s panties, baring her bottom for the entire room to see as he moved her kitten tail out of the way.
For a long moment, Isabella admired the pale curves of the woman’s bottom cheeks before Noah lit into it with the wooden paddle. The entire room was silent, almost as though everyone could feel the seriousness of the transgression. He didn’t spend any time warming her bottom, preparing her for his discipline, instead electing to use the paddle from the start.
It was the first time that Isabella had seen either of the brothers use a wooden implement and it wasn’t long before Becky was crying and sobbing over Noah’s knees. Her pale backside went from a gorgeous alabaster white to a brilliant red in a matter of minutes. Both Zack and Noah scolded her throughout the punishment, and when it finally ended, Becky was sorrowful and apologetic and promised to never start a fight with another kitten again.
Neither of the men moved to reward her after her punishment, leaving her to the whims of the other kittens in the room. A few moved forward to comfort her, but upon further coaxing from the brothers and mama kitty, the rest of the kittens joined in. Mama kitty took Isabella’s leash and brought her into the kitten pile, where the rest of them soothed the punished kitten, helping to dry her tears with pets and massages.
After some time, Noah and Zack took their leave and her with them. Isabella spent the rest of the day assisting them in their chores, spending a little time with the ponies as well in the later hours. She couldn’t get the image of the two of them taking charge as they had with Becky and she shivered with desire. Passion pooled between her legs and she bit her lip, desiring her own session over their knees. Later that night, she hesitated on purpose, Zack spanked her once again, and the three of them had the most explosive sex afterward. Noah joked about spanking her before bed every night and she couldn’t help but tremble with lust at the suggestion.
Over the next few days, they fell into an easy routine, with her bouncing between pet types. Some days she was a pony or a kitten, and others she was strictly a service pet who helped them with their daily duties. She was constantly rewarded for her efforts, yet they still spanked her from time to time to remind her that they were in charge.
She earned the wooden paddle once in the privacy of their bedroom for hesitating to obey their instructions. She sobbed and cried and pleaded for forgiveness and was eventually granted it after she sucked both their cocks, one after another.
They also spanked her from time to time just because they could, and she was expected to accept that they were her owners and she was their pet. She tried to accept their role as graciously as she could, most of the time, but sometimes she kicked and fought along the way. Always, they found a way to discipline and humble her, reminding her of her rightful place on her knees as their pet beside them.
One day a few weeks later, they began to discuss a trip into the city.
“We’ve avoided it for long enough. We have to go or our potential buyers are going to start to protest our absence at auction,” Noah said and Zack reluctantly agreed.
“I know. We have to decide who to bring for auction. Becky needs to be sold soon. She needs to find her forever home before she gets too attached to us. I think she’s proven that she can be a good kitten recently and we can offer her at a discounted price to perpetuate a bidding war,” he replied. Sitting on the floor beside them, Isabella couldn’t help but agree. The wayward kitten Becky had not gotten into any more trouble in some time. In fact, she had seemed extraordinarily well behaved, at least in Isabella’s eyes.
“I think that’s a good idea. We’ll take a lot of kittens and ponies with us and spend the weekend,” Noah replied. “It’s time we took Isabella into town as well, so she can see more of our world with her own two eyes.”
The two of them turned on her then and she chewed her lip nervously, looking between them. Their expressions were so serious, she couldn’t help but fidget a little bit, her bottom crawling as though she was about to be punished even though she hadn’t done anything to deserve one.
“It’s imperative you listen to each and every word that comes out of our mouths. In the city, protocol is much more important. There will be zero leniency. If you misbehave, you will be taken in hand immediately and harshly, no matter where we are or what company we are with, do you understand, pet?” Zack said, sounding way more serious than he ever had with her before. Feeling nervous at their warning, she nodded.
“Please. I’ll be a good pet. I promise,” she pleaded.
“Maybe we should spank her with the wooden paddle once more, just to demonstrate how serious we are,” Noah added and she shook her head furiously.
“On your feet. Bend over the table right now,” Zack commanded and despite her protests, she did as he said. He pulled down her black lacey panties, baring her bottom to their view. Still, even though they’d seen every inch of her, she flushed with shame.
Noah unclipped the wooden paddle from his belt and held it in front of her face for a long moment.
“I will thrash you if you even think of hesitating or disobeying me in the slightest. Do you understand, pet?” he said and she shivered as she nodded.
This time, Noah handed Zack the paddle and she whined at the exchange of hands. Zack tapped the wooden paddle against her sensitive nether cheeks and she couldn’t help but yelp at the slight sting on her skin.
She lay with her hips up and over the table, her bottom high and ready for a spanking. She knew she hadn’t done anything to warrant one, but accepted the fact that if her men decided she needed a reminder in obedience, she had to submit to their rule.
It was then that the paddle lit into her skin. In just moments, she was crying and pleading for him to stop, but she knew she had no choice but to take it. Before long, tears were edging at the corners of her eyes as the wood bit into her vulnerable flesh.
Just when the first few tears had begun their journey down her cheeks, the paddling stopped.
“If need be, you’ll be put to bed each night with a freshly paddled bottom. Do you understand, pet?” Zack whispered into her ear and she nodded.
“Whatever you deem necessary,
sirs,” she said quickly, hoping to stop the punishment with her submission.
Unfortunately for her, the implement was merciless, biting all over from the tops of her cheeks to mid-thigh. She cried and she sobbed as they asserted their dominance over her, but despite all of it, she accepted it.
When her mind relented, her body followed. Her limbs relaxed, accepting the sting of the horrid paddle once and for all. With a wail, she reached back, not to block the assault of the wood against her bottom cheeks, but to hold each one of her men’s hands in her own. Their large hands swallowed hers, but she didn’t care. The simple act comforted her and gave her strength as her ass burned and ached from the spanking.
The two men pulled her toward them, effectively ending the spanking and capturing her in a heated kiss, one after another and she moaned into their embrace. They held her tight then, neither venturing further than the chaste kiss they had shared.
“She’s ready,” Zack whispered and Noah nodded his agreement.
The two of them then took her over to the couch, rubbing her back and her bottom as she gathered herself. She felt as though she had passed some sort of test, as though she had finally risen in their eyes as the perfect submissive pet and despite her burning backside, she was proud of herself because of it.
Over the next few days, the men prepared for the journey into the city and she did her absolute best to follow their every command without hesitation and complaint. As the date of their journey hurtled closer, Isabella found herself more excited with each passing hour. When the day of the trip arrived, the brothers unveiled a large truck with a massive trailer and meaty tires meant to traverse the desert sands from a garage on the outskirts of the compound.
She helped them load a multitude of ponies and kittens into the cages in the back of the trailer. The kennels were small but roomy enough for each of the pets to lie down and sit up. They all had access to water and food, and she checked to make sure they had enough before she was led into a cage of her own within the cab of the truck.
The journey took several hours and involved multiple stops along the way to allow each woman to stretch her legs, drink some water, and eat a snack, but the trip was generally uneventful overall. There were no women who misbehaved. In fact, every single one of them seemed excited for what was to come.
Zack allowed her out of her cage from time to time to sit beside them and she loved him for it. She was able to see the changing landscapes, from desert to forest to rolling plains of grass; she saw it all and adored every second. As they approached the city, more and more buildings dotted the countryside until they became regular sights along the road.
“May I ask the name of the city?” she questioned quietly.
“Zatadar. It’s the capital city of Dayhari,” Noah answered.
As they approached, the buildings began to reach higher and higher, until they stretched up high into the clouds. The brothers allowed her to look around a little while longer until they came upon a checkpoint, in which she was quickly guided back into her cage. She went without a fuss, feeling the seriousness of the entire situation.
The guards questioned Noah and Zack a bit, before inspecting all of the women in their cages. Isabella was careful to keep her eyes on the ground. She kept silent, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to speak unless spoken to.
After a long moment, the guards allowed the brothers to pass through without trouble and Isabella breathed a sigh of relief. She stayed in her cage for the rest of her trip, neither brother inclined to allow her to come out to see anything more. At long last, they pulled up to a low building at the center of the city. It was built of strong-looking mud bricks, from what she could see through her lashes when she could chance a look at her surroundings.
They had outfitted her in her service pet gear and she was glad for the fact that she was allowed to walk on her feet, although on a leash at all times. She assisted in guiding the rest of the women to either the nearby stables or the kitten house with them. When they were finished, she breathed a sigh of relief when they headed inside the local hotel across the street. It was made from red bricks and rose a few stories into the air. It looked homey and welcoming and she couldn’t wait to cuddle in bed with her men. All the while, she remembered her training and did her best to obey at all times.
It was dark when they finally reached their room, so she wasn’t able to study any more of the city as they walked into the hotel. They got their room and the three of them collapsed into bed that night, exhausted from the day’s travel and the work that had to be done after they had arrived.
The next morning, the brothers awoke early and let her sleep in a bit. She awoke alone and unsure of herself, but tentatively got out of bed and brushed her teeth and her hair. By the time she finished, the brothers returned and fetched her to accompany them.
Before they left the hotel room, they quickly reminded her to remain silent unless they specifically asked her to speak, for her to obey them without question no matter what they said, and for her to keep her eyes on the ground at all times.
They also told her that she would be attending the pony auction today. Noah made sure her service pet leather was all in place, including the snugness of her thick collar, before he clipped the leash to her throat.
The brothers guided her back into the mud brick building. Once inside, she saw what looked like a rodeo ring, a dirt floor surrounded by a white picket fence with pony girls running around inside the perimeter. Despite their orders to keep her eyes on the ground, she hazarded lifting her eyes a little to watch the pets prance around the ring proudly. At seeing their obvious joy, she couldn’t help but yearn to feel their wild freedom once again. Whips cracked in the center of the ring, guiding the ponies around a set of barrels in what seemed like a beautiful dance.
Licking her lips, she sighed softly as a tiny pang of jealousy wound through her. She remembered her time as a pony and ached to run with them. After the performance, each pony girl was guided into an individual stall. After a period of observation, each girl was brought up onto the stage and bidding opened for the alien males of Dayhari. Every single one of Noah and Zack’s women sold at top dollar, far exceeding any of their competitors’ pricing by a long shot. The auction continued until late in the evening and she watched it all with curiosity.
Men had women with them, all on leashes and every single one knelt submissively beside their man. No one looked around and not a single one said a word to disobey their owners. It was fascinating to watch. Every once in a while, she would catch a man touch his pet softly on the head or drift a hand across her cheek with such gentleness that she couldn’t help but smile.
The next day was an off-auction day, so her two men brought her into the local market, showing her the typical places where they would buy women to train. Hordes of women were kept in iron-barred cages, as though they were livestock for purchase. She had to remember to hold her tongue in public as she was shown the cages for feral pets, a term that she learned meant an untrained woman with an undetermined aptitude for a particular type of pet. The whole experience was harsh and equally unnerving, but the brothers assured her that they were well taken care of and each one would eventually find their happily ever after. Despite their words, she was hesitant to believe them.
They stopped by a local store and bought a few provisions, including a new fancy collar for her as well as a few sweets. They expected complete obedience from her at all times in public and she did her absolute best to obey. A few times, she earned a few harsh swats to her backside, but was quickly forgiven for whatever the transgression was. Neither brother seemed eager to truly punish her in public and she was grateful for it.
A few times, she heard mention of the punishment pole, but she avoided asking about it. Instead, she kept quiet, obedient, and demure for her men, no matter the circumstances.
The following day, she was brought back to the kitten enclosures with Zack and Noah so they could auction off a few
more of their pets.
All the kittens that Noah and Zack had trained were brought out as a group. For the day, Isabella had been outfitted in her kitten gear and she smiled because of it. Mama kitty wasn’t there and Isabella had been directed to fulfill her role for the day, to keep the kittens calm and docile no matter what happened.
She did her best and for the most part, every kitten was auctioned off calmly and happily throughout the day. She recognized a few of them and whispered well wishes into their ears upon completion of sale and they all crawled off happily with new, fully vetted owners.
Noah had arranged to bring many more kittens than usual on this trip into the city, so auction sales would take more than a single day. At the end of the first one, the three of them spent time with the remaining kittens, reassuring them that they would find wonderful forever homes where they would want for nothing.
One kitten seemed wholly uncomfortable and Isabella recognized her as the blonde kitten who had been punished over Noah’s knees multiple times in her presence, the one who went by the name Becky. Through the cascade of her long blonde hair, Isabella caught the woman staring back at her with a sense of jealousy and malice, almost as though she despised Isabella for some reason. It was strange. She moved closer to Zack for protection and the woman glared at her even more harshly than before. Any time she touched one of the brothers, it seemed, the blonde kitten scowled back at her, almost as though she was warning her to steer clear of her men.
Neither Noah nor Zack seemed to notice or it didn’t seem to alert them, so she did her best to ignore it. The next morning started out just like the day before, despite the weird jealous vibe that Becky was putting off toward her. She played the role of mama kitty and helped to maintain and calm the girls as they were prepped and pampered for auction.
As they were lining up outside the staging area, a few wranglers gathered to both guard and keep the women in check. Isabella noticed that Becky positioned herself in front of her at the back of the line, a move that unnerved her a little considering the woman’s behavior before. All of the women were on their hands and knees, but their path was lined with a soft carpeting to ensure none of them hurt themselves on a pebble in the dirt.
