Victorian Discipline (Angel)

[LadyLoki]

(18+, all characters over the age of 18. EXPLICIT.)


It was raining today, as it always did during the fall in England. Unfortunately, it meant that taking care of any errands was simply out of the question. Victor Moore was settled comfortably in his parlor chair, sipping on a fine glass of bourbon as he watched the raindrops trickle down the windowpanes. Family connections and money went a long way, and his father's shipping business brought enough profits for Victor and his little houseboy to live comfortably. He was very fond of the lad, although sometimes the naughtiness could get out of hand. Victor had given the young man the task of compiling a list of transcripts of shipping logs earlier on, making use of his companion. It would not do to have a useless toy after all. With a sigh, he set down his drink and went in search of his transcripts.

[Angel]

Tyler James Abbey was a sweet fox boy, dearly in love with his master. He also had a rebellious streak in him. He was young, at only eighteen, and had a love of mischief. He was known to get into fights with other lads his age. And right now? He was being extra naughty.

Tyler had snuck into the cellar, transcripts abandoned, and had snuck some sweets, and even a drink of cheap wine. If he was quick, he was safe. If not...

[LadyLoki]

Victor had soon realized the transcripts had not been filed as he'd asked, and Tyler was no where in sight. He sighed, before hunting for his missing pet. Tyler couldn't have gotten far...and an open cellar door revealed that Victor had indeed been right. The master of the house headed down into the cellar, clearing his throat.

"I thought you were dealing with the transcripts, Pet." Victor asked, his voice deceptively calm. He had no problem manhandling the little fox over his shoulder, and heading back up the stairs. "And it seems that you disobeyed me, again."

[Angel]

Tyler's eyes widened, and his snack nearly fell to the ground. He yelped in surprise, looking at him scared.

"I WAS GOING TO DO IT AFTER A SNACK." he yelped out in terror for his plump behind.

[LadyLoki]

"I gave you an hour to complete the task Pet. If you wanted a snack, it should not have taken more than that." Victor scolded, heading for their designated little playroom. "I think you need to be reminded that your naughty bottom does what I tell it to."

[Angel]

Tyler yiped, and tried to escape the impending doom.

"W-Wait! No! I'll do it! Please no sir!" he whimpered and squirmed, very much NOT wanting an achey bottom. He had a scary feeling that Victor intended to use far more than a hand.

[LadyLoki]

"It's too late for that Pet, you know better and I expect better." Victor lectured, tightening his hold on his squirming fox boy. "I think a nice red backside and maybe a reminder to mind me will serve you well. Perhaps ginger would suffice?" He asked, giving Tyler's bottom a preliminary swat.

[Angel]

Tyler let out a yip of pain, and kicked his legs. At the threat of ginger, he gasped, eyes widening.

"N-NO DADDY PLEASE NOT GINGER!" he yelped in terror regressing almost instantly into his little mindstate. The, ironically ginger haired, fox wanted NONE of that pain!

[LadyLoki]

Victor ignored the terrified yelping, but continued into the playroom and deposited Tyler in the corner. "If you move, Daddy will get the paddle this time, and you will not be a happy boy." He warned, striding over to select a hairbrush and prepare the ginger he'd threatened.

[Angel]

Tyler whimpered pitifully, shaking as he stood in the corner. The boy, in his cute outfit of shorts, a shirt, and suspenders, was dressed like a boy ten years younger than his true age. With his wide green eyes, currently tearing up, and his poofy ears and tail, he looked adorably young. Just how Victor liked it.

(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon....L._UL1500_.jpg Somethin' like that.)