Another Story....with....another....cat... (Hrt)

[Peeker]

Mador stretched lazily on the front steps, happy for another sunbeam, on yet another sunny day.

The summer was easily the best season. He got to take long naps... no school... everything was awesome... and since it was June, he still had plenty of summer left!

The grey-furred catboy yawned, and smiled at the clouds dotting the sky.

[Hrtofdrkns]

"Mador, I'm home!" His human guardian, Brian, called out. He stepped into the kitchen, then stopped. "Why aren't your chores done?"

[Peeker]

"What chores?" The young adolescent asked, flicking an ear up in the man's direction. Getting of the stoop was slow going, but he did rise, and step over to the screen door to look in at Brian, wondering what the man was upset about.

[Hrtofdrkns]

"The one's you're supposed to do everyday?" Brian scolded. "The trash hasn't been taken out, the sink is full of dirty dishes, and there's dirt all over the floor." The man opened the door, taking the catboy by the arm. "You know what this means, don't you?"

[Peeker]

The catboy held his ground, understanding that the man was upset. "I was going to do the dishes after lunch - and the trash then, too." He flicked his tail against the doorframe, not in the mood for his pleasant day to be interrupted... least of all by chores. Ugh. "Sorry about the floor... I'll do it right away, if you'd like..."

As he'd calmly spoken, the man's grip had lightened enough that the catboy pulled his arm softly out of his guardian's grasp. He didn't say anything else - just stood there with his hands open: Brian knew he hated being pulled, grasped, or taken anywhere. Mador couldn't help but feel a twinge of bother at that - the man knew, but he did it anyway - he must have been upset about something else to forget that.

[Hrtofdrkns]

"Mador, come with me now." He instructed. "You're already in trouble, don;t make it any worse. I don't want to have to use the bath brush on you."

[Peeker]

Like any self-respecting cat, Mador refused to be hurried. He did, fearing the heavy implement, begin to walk in the direction the man wanted to, but he didn't hurry along - he walked at a normal pace, and turned his head over his shoulder.

"...what about the floor?"

[Hrtofdrkns]

"After your spanking." Brian told him, sitting on the couch and patting his lap. "You know what to do."

[Peeker]

Mador held himself over the man's lap with a poise not-quite prepared to take a punishment just yet, hips turned away, supporting himself with one hand on Brian's knee. "...so we can't talk about this, first?" He asked, not wanting his rear to be beaten for a little forgetfullness if he could avoid it.

[Hrtofdrkns]

"The longer you delay, the harder I'm going to spank." Brian scolded. "Now get your pants down."