The House Kitten of Pawprint Fields (for Jac the Kraken)

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One late afternoon as the sun was just beginning to set behind the hills that loomed over the expansive farmlands that lay in its valley, Martha Summers sat peacefully in the living room of her spacious farmhouse, casually reading a book to herself as the day slowly wound down. The red-headed thirty-three year old farmer had spent a good portion of the day taking care of her land along with her farmhands, and was finally ready for a little bit of time to herself, allowing herself a few hours to sit back and relax after a long days work. Funnily enough, it still never failed to amuse Martha to find herself back on her parents land running their farm, as Martha had never intended to be a farmer in the first place.

During her college years, she had actually been studying 'anthro care', so as to hopefully secure herself a career in an anthro sanctuary, looking after the young animal girls who had found themselves wondering out of their forest and jungle homes, and needed a place of protection and safety that they could call home. Something that Martha found somewhat surprising, is that anthro females matured far slower than males, normally only reaching true maturity in their late twenties, meaning that they retained a lot of their childlike innocence and naiveté throughout the majority of their youth. This required various sanctuaries to be set up all across the world to care for these young girls, until they reached a point when they were ready to leave the safety of the sanctuary, or in some cases, when they were purchased by humans as pets, where they would be cared for and looked after until they were truly ready to be independent.

However, after graduating, Martha had found it somewhat difficult to find a placement in one of these sanctuaries, as many of the positions were already taken by interns or employees who had been working for several years prior. Whilst figuring out what she would do, luck finally shone on her when her parents called her to let her know that they were retiring from farming, and that Martha was now the proud owner of their spacious land. It was then that Martha had what would be a life changing idea: if you couldn't get a job at a sanctuary, she would make one herself.

As such, once she had moved back home she set to work preparing her land to house dozens of anthro girls, as well as hiring an entirely anthro workforce, as she felt anthro males would have far more insight into how to properly care for the young anthro girls. Whilst things started out a little slow, within three months of opening the doors of what she referred to as 'Pawprint Fields', she quickly found herself taking care of over fifty anthro girls, making her feel glad that she had the help of her farmhands to keep things under control.

Over the next five plus years, Martha soon got used to her new working rhythm, being responsible for bringing in new supplies to the farm, making sure that the anthro girls were fit and healthy, doing background checks on any humans who came asking to purchase an anthro girl for themselves, as well as disciplining any mischief that occurred on her land, which usually involved an anthro girl going across her lap or the lap of one of her farmhands to receive a sound spanking, as it was well known that that was the most effective way to enforce good behaviour from a young anthro girl.

Today had been like any other, with Martha working upstairs in her office whilst her farmhands worked the fields, occasionally opening the door to find a farmhand who had brought an especially naughty young anthro girl to receive a sound spanking, which Martha was always happy to supply. As such, she was glad to get a little time to herself, still casually flicking though her book as she sighed happily to herself, feeling quite content with where she was in life at the moment.

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Nearing the end of his shift was a Lion Anthro named Roger. Roger must've been around 30 himself and was one of the oldest workers. In fact, he was probably Martha's first employee and certainly the longest. Because of his 'status', plenty of the girls had affectionately called him 'Daddy'. Despite how awkward the nickname was at first, he grew to like it.

Roger was just doing a quick scan of the area. Making sure nobody was still outside as it was starting to grow dark. By now, all the girls should've been inside. So far, it looked like nobody was outside other than him and a few other males. But just as he started to turn back to his own quarters, he heard a rustling noise in one of the trees. He looked over as his nose started to whiff the air. It was an unfamiliar smell, so it wasn't any of the girls-at least, not one he knew.

He approached the tree as he called, "Come down." He spoke in a gentle voice. This, for all he knew, could've been a child who wondered too far from home. He extended his arm and spoke calmly, "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." It wasn't long until an ginger cat girl poked her head through the leaves. Roger was sure it wasn't a girl he knew, as all the Cats here were 'Big Cats'-such as Lions, Tigers, and Pumas. This one looked like she was more of a domesticated cat, maybe a tabby.

"Hey there, little girl. Who are you?" he asked, helping her to come down from the tree.

"...I don't know..." she mumbled shyly. Oh dear, a stray. The poor girl must not have had a home. No collar or tag of any kind, hair dirty, and it seemed the only thing she wore for some sort of modesty was a beige bra and loincloth. Catgirls were pretty popular for pets, so he couldn't understand why she didn't have an owner.

"Well, take my hand, little one." smiled Roger, offering his hand, "I know just the place for you." The girl's timid face quickly flipped to a happy one as she eagerly took his hand. She was pretty small and petite, she'd probably pass for maybe around 8 or 10, but there was no guaranteeing that. "So tell me, how old are you?" he asked, taking her to the farm house.

"I-I'm fifteen!" smiled the ginger catgirl, bouncing and skipping with each step as her tail moved around excitedly. Roger chuckled at just how bubbly she was. "What's your name?"

"Well, my name is Roger." the lion smiled as they reached the farm house, giving it a knock on the door for Ms. Summers, "And the lady who owns this house is Ms. Martha Summers. And she'd love to meet you."

"Meet me? Really?!" she asked excitedly, practically bouncing more excitedly as she knocked on the door herself, getting another chuckle from Roger.

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Hearing the knock at her door, Martha looked up from her door, wondering who could be calling on her at this hour. The most likely scenario was that it was one of her farmhands who was having a few issues with an anthro girl, as it wasn't uncommon for the girls to get a little more mischievous when bedtime was approaching. Closing her book, Martha got up from her chair and made her way to the door, hearing another little knock against his door once she was halfway down the hall.

Opening up the door, she smiled when she saw it was Roger, her unofficial right hand man who had been working with her longer than any of the other workers currently employed at Pawprint Fields. "Roger" she said brightly, shaking the lion mans paw as she spoke, "so nice to see you, what brings you here this late in the afternoon? The girls haven't been trying to 'negotiate' their bedtime again have they?".

"No, no" chuckled Roger, shaking his head in response to his employers question, "nothing like that, I was just about to retire to my quarters for the evening, when I came across this little cutie here". Turning his attention to the ginger cat girl by his side, he gently gestured her forward, so that Martha could get a better look at her.

Looking down at the young cat girl by Rogers side, Martha's face immediately lit up, as the girl was hands down one of the most adorable little anthros she had ever seen. She was quite a small thing, though her proportions told Martha that she was in her early to mid teens, with marmalade coloured fur and a white underbelly that seemed to trail all the way down to her little bottom, though Martha could not see it through the kittens tan loincloth.

"That's strange" said Martha, stroking her chin as she looked inquisitively at the girl, "I don't think any of the girls here have beige coloured loincloths". "No ma'am" confirmed Roger, nodding once as he spoke, "she's not one of ours, I think this little one might be a stray from the forest".

"Is that so?" she said, looking back down at the ginger cat girl with an intrigued smile, "well then , we'd better do something about that". She then stood aside, gesturing for the young cat girl to enter her home. "Why don't you come inside kitty cat?" she said invitingly, "it'll be getting dark soon, and we wouldn't want you catching a cold".

Once the girl was inside, she turned to Roger, looking down at his waist as she did. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble" she said, smiling knowingly as she spoke, "I was hoping I might be able to borrow your belt". It was a common tradition in anthro culture for a girl to receive a firm spanking from the leader of whichever community she wished to be a part of, as a sign that she understood who the leader of the group was, and that she was willing to submit to them. Chuckling, Roger nodded and undid his thick leather belt, passing it to Martha before bidding her goodnight, strolling back off into the fields as Martha closed the door behind him.

Left alone with the cat girl for the first time, Martha gestured for her to follow her, walking through the house to the backdoor, before opening it up and taking a seat on a study wooden chair on the back porch. "Come sit in my lap sweetie" she said, petting her thigh and smiling at the kitten as she spoke, "I want you to tell me everything you can about yourself".

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The orange-furred tabby blinked as she saw Martha take the belt. She tilted her head, not able to comprehend just what it was for.

When she was asked to sit in Martha's lap, she hurried over and sat on her comfortable thigh. "Well, I...don't have a name. I was born to a biiiiiiiiiig litter in the forest. I was the runt, so I was the last one to leave my Mom's den...which was about two months ago." mumbled the tabby, "I have my own den now! But...I got lost after falling in the river and I don't know my way back home..."

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As Martha listened to the young cat girl explain where she came from, she felt the teen shift her round little bottom slightly in an attempt to get a little more comfortable on her lap, prompting Martha to smile as she could already tell that the kitten possessed a very spankable little bum. "Aw, you poor little thing" she said, giving the girls ears a little scratch as she spoke, "well, if you don't have anywhere else to go, you could always stay here on my farm. This just so happens to be an anthro sanctuary for other little anthro girls, so you'd be more than welcome to make this your new home".

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The tabby released a long winded, "Nyaaaaaa~" as her ears were scratched. While this might've worked on varying degrees on some catgirls, for a domesticated cat, it worked 100% of the time without fail. "R-really? I-I can stay!?" gasped the orange cat, her tail wagging excitedly as her eyes glistened with joy. She looked so happy! "I promise to be the bestest kitty ever!"

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Martha laughed a little when the cat girl enthusiastically accepted her offer, finding the kitten cuter and cuter by the minute. In fact, it was then she was suddenly struck with an idea, that she was surprised had not occurred to her before. Despite spending a good number of years tending to the cat girls on her farm, she had never thought to take one as her own personal pet, but seeing as how the kitten in her lap was a domesticated cat anthro, it seemed like now would be the perfect opportunity to do so.

After spending a brief moment thinking it over, Martha smiled and gently petted the girls head, feeling the vibrations of her purring as she did. "Well I'm glad to hear that" she said in response to the cat girls promise to be the best kitty ever, "in fact, seeing as how you're such a little cutie, I'm quite tempted to keep you here in my house as my own little pet".

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"P-pet?" That was something that the kitty was familiar with, most likely having hearing it from other Anthros. It was a common story to tell about how lucky Anthros could be adopted as pets if they were lucky. It was like being brought into a brand new family to love you!

"Ooh, I can?! Really?!" mewed the excited tabby as she bounced on her knee.

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Martha was glad to see that the cat girl seemed as pleased with the idea, feeling her bounce with excitement in her lap at the prospect of being her pet. "That's right sweetie" she said, tenderly patting the cat girls head as she spoke, "just remember, even though you'll be my pet, that won't stop me from taking you over my lap and giving you a good sound spanking when you're naughty".

Looking down at the belt in her hand, Martha decided that now was as good a time as any to properly welcome the newest addition to her farm, looking back up at the ginger cat girl with a playful smile on her face. "Speaking of which" she added "I'd say it's about high time I properly claimed you as mine, so why don't you lie across my lap and stick you little bottom up for your new Mommy?".

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"Spanking...?" The tabby tilted her head. It wasn't that she didn't know what it was, she had gotten plenty of spankings before. She started to move and shift as she placed herself across her lap, her bottom was up in the air, "Was I a bad kitty, Mommy?" she asked.