"Brrrrruuuuuurrrrrppppp!"
"UUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!"
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppp!"
The sounds, and subsequently the smells, of stomach air being regurgitated & released into the main room of the boathouse, all contributed by the usual suspects.
Scattered around on the scuffed up sofas & chairs of the old, land-bound girl, Fagin's gang were indulging themselves in a bout of manly games.
Such events often consisted of cat-calling whatever half-devent piece of ass came by their way, throwing darts at the printed faces of people who they didn't exactly approve of, arm wrestling, leg wrestling, actual wrestling, and in the current case, belching contests.
Taking it in turns, Dodger, Tito and Einstein were letting loose the most disgusting burps imaginable. The winner of the round, which would then start again, was the one who let the biggest & loudest belch.
As the current round reached its end, with Einstein as the winner, the trio's competition was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the presence of the only lady amongst their crew.
"Ahem." Rita's voice announced, causing the other dogs to turn to look at the saluki.
"'Eya, Rita." Dodger greeted, holding up a glass bottle of cheap soda. "You want in on this?"
"Come on, girl!" Tito encouraged, sounding like he was up for another round of debauchery. "I'll show you how it's done!"
"Sorry, boys." Rita declined, waving a hand as she came closer. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop the festivities."
"Why's that?" Einstein asked, taking a swig of his own beverage.
Once she got close enough to them, the bitch stood with her hands on her hips, giving them the usual pose & gaze that said she wasn't happy with them.
They recognised that look, and with some reluctance & bracing for an earful, they turned their attention back to the female dog.
"I need to speak to you guys. It's about Oliver." She began, turning back to the door she entered from. "I just put him to bed."
"What about him?" The Jack Russell asked, mixing in a tone of concern with his usual suaveness. "He sick?"
"Someone hurt him?" Tito asked next, sounding more angry than worried. "Who is it!? Who's roughin' him up!? Lemme at 'em, I'll kill 'em! Rip 'em apart, man!"
Despite their concern, which Rita knew was true, she continued with the point she was trying to make.
"This is what I mean." She resumed, looking them over. "You guys... I'm worried he's learning the wrong lessons in life."
The three males looked at each other, unsure what she was getting at.
"Like, I know, you guys do what you can for him." She tried to explain. "But... Maybe watch what you're teaching him?"
"Come on, Rit'." Dodger reasoned. "He ain't bad. He knows we're jus' messin' around."
"Does he?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Want to explain this, then?"
To follow up, the saluki reached into her leather jacket and pulled out something that the male dog recognised.
A pair of semi-circle mirrors, small enough to fit somewhere on the forementioned cat.
"Care to explain why he was wearing these on his shoes?"
Seeing the object in his hand, Tito and Einstein had to look away quickly, a clear sign of guilt, while Dodger just gave a sly chuckle.
All three of them knew exactly what those things were, and more to the point, what they had persuaded him to use them for.
"Maybe he just wanted a tan." The Jack Russell remarked, not sounding the least bit regretful. "Summer's right around the corner, y'know."
"You know exactly what these are for." Rita replied in a less-than-pleased tone, crossing her arms. "Putting them at the end of shoes, so you can look up girls' skirts. Don't think I don't know what you guys have been up to."
The boys all looked at each other again, but this time there was a hint of embarrassment on their faces.
It was a little street trick they had learned when they were adolescents, and was naturally passed down to their little friend/protege.
They knew Rita wasn't happy about them passing along such lessons, and she had tried to get Oliver not to listen to them, on occasions.
"Look, guys..." She continued with a sigh, putting the toe caps down. "Oliver's not like us; the kid's got his whole life ahead of him. You're supposed to be teaching him how to defend himself and survive, not... This."
Finishing her concerns, her attention turned towards the chihuahua in particular.
As much as she enjoyed his company, Rita knew that Tito was probably the biggest point of concern, in regards to being Oliver's role models.
Although she didn't like getting emotional by thinking it over to much, she thought of herself as the kitten's mother. She raised him, taught him, fed him, played with him, comforted him when he was sad.
And most importantly, she loved him.
Because of the... Difficult times, in the past, Rita couldn't afford to birth or raise any kids of her own, so she had to go through a certain "procedure" to avoid the discomfort of heat every year.
And as a result, she couldn't have puppies. No matter how much she wanted kids now, it wasn't possible anymore. Oliver was the closest she had, in that regard, so she wanted the best possible upbringing for him.
He was a good boy, but she wasn't sure how much longer her influence alone could last.
She had faith in the others, and she trusted them, but she was also worried about how much further they would take things.
Especially Tito.
"Yeah, yeah." The little dog finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I gotcha; no more pervin'."
"We'll keep an eye on him, don't worry." Einstein promised, putting a hand on his chest.
"No problem." Dodger agreed, waving a hand dismissively. "He'll be fine under our care~"
"He'd better be, otherwise..." The saluki continued, before looking away for a moment. "He might not be in our care for much longer..."
Hearing that, the guys looked at their female friend, all showing some concern, or confusion, at her last comment.
"What do you mean?" Dodger asked, getting a little closer.
"That poodle..." Rita started to answer, looking back at them with a less-than-pleased gaze. "She... She's been talking about taking custody of him."
The other three were a little taken aback by her answer, understandably so.
"She what!?" Dodger replied, his eyes widening.
"But... Why?" Einstein asked, losing his usual oblivious smile.
"She thinks this place, this way of living, isn't the best place to raise a kid." The brown dog answered, crossing her arms. "And let's face it, she's right. If you guys keep things like that up, he's gonna go down the wrong path, and I don't want that. It would he what's best for him."
As much as they didn't enjoy being lectured, they knew Rita was right. This really wasn't the ideal environment to raise a kid.
But they couldn't imagine Oliver growing up without them. They had grown attached to the cat, and they didn't know what would happen if he was taken from them.
They wouldn't admit it, but they had come to care for the feline like their collective son. Some more than others, but still.
"Alright..." Dodger accepted, sounding more-so like he was giving in, rather than agreeing. "We'll try and lay off."
"Yeah, no more tricks." Einstein followed up, raising a hand. "Not even the cool ones we've been saving."
The second statement wasn't exactly what Rita wanted to hear, but his promise was good enough for her. And she trusted Dodger to keep his, too.
So, her attention turned to Tito, raising an eyebrow at the chihuahua, silently demanding his answer.
"Okay, Okay." He conceded, raising his hands. "I'll lay off the pervy stuff."
"Thanks, guys." Rita replied, turning around and exiting the room.
In truth, she wasn't entirely convinced they knew the seriousness of this yet. Those boys were always the ones to go over the top.
But as much as she disliked some of the things they did, she still had faith in their promise.
She couldn't blame them, though; they were guys, and guys had their needs. As gross as they were.
Still, she gave them the message, and that was the main thing.
Leaving the boys alone, the saluki trekked back to the kitten's private dwelling, pushing the door open as quietly as she could.
Sleeping like a baby, curled up in his little bed, Oliver was already dozing.
Smiling softly, Rita approached the sleeping form, crouching down next to the makeshift bed.
She took the opportunity to brush a strand of fut from his forehead, watching him for a moment.
A sense of maternal bliss filled the dog's heart, seeing how peaceful he looked like this.
"Good night, Oliver~" She whispered, before leaning down and planting a kiss on the cat's cheek.
After a few seconds, her heart melted when a little smile appeared on the kitten's lips, followed by a quiet mumble of "good night".
Standing up, Rita turned around and closed the door, leaving him to slumber in peace.
***
Rita was pleasantly surprised, over the course of the next few weeks. The boys had actually managed to keep their word.
Dodger, Tito and Einstein had laid off their usual activities, and had become better role models to the little feline.
They still showed him some stuff, mostly self-defence and how to avoid getting caught, but they refrained from their usual behaviour.
Even Tito was behaving himself. Although he still acted like a "bug-eyed creep" at times, he wasn't as bad as before.
The saluki was pleased... Though, she might not have been, if she knew what went on behind her back.
Such was the case today, with what the little chihuahua had planned.
"Shhh..." The short canine whispered, sneaking along the wrecked boathouse with his little companion following behind. "Come on, el tigre. Take 'em to your room."
Oliver had no idea what it was that his dear uncle was so eager to show him, nor what was in the little bag he was holding onto, but being a cat, he was naturally curious.
So with the instruction, he followed to the little room that he called his dwelling.
It wasn't a picturesque room, compared to how most boys his age would have theirs; along with his bed, there was a small number of toys and games lying around the small space, some clothes strewn about & stacked together, along with some pictures on the old boxes that he used for a desk.
Not exactly ritzy, but he was happy enough here. He was grateful for the family he had, and he knew they were trying their best for him.
All the same, the kitten followed the dog to his makeshift bedroom.
Once the door was closed, Tito put the bag down and looked to his little companion.
"Now then, lil' Oliver..." He spoke up, sounding as excited as he did mischievous. "You ready to become a man?"
That proposition only raised the feline's curiosity even further, but it was interesting.
His uncles usually had a lot of fun with their pranks and antics, so if they were going to include him, he was eager.
"Yeah~" The little cat answered, taking a step closer.
"That's what I like to hear, amigo!" The chihuahua replied, holding the bag up and opening it. "Here, you can have first grabs~"
Intrigued by what he meant, Oliver did as he was told; he dipped his hand inside and felt what was inside.
It appeared to be some kind of soft material, not unlike the shirts he often wore.
There was more than one item in there, with some having different kinds of textures than others, which made Oliver all the more curious.
Deciding to satisfy that curiosity, the kittem grabbed one of them and pulled it out, taking a look at what exactly his hands had been on.
ANd when he got a look at it, or rather them, his eyes widened a little as his heart skipped a beat.
A pair of lacy, red underwear that were unmistakably, and obviously, worn by women.
He couldn't believe what was in between his fingers, nor could he understand why they were making his heart race like this.
Sure, they weren't exactly the first thing that the gang had... "Borrowed" from someone, but for reasons beyond him, this particular possession was making him feel things he couldm't explain.
It was like how he felt when he was taught how to peek up girls' skirts without them noticing for the first time, but somehow even stronger than then.
"Ohhh, hey, you got a good pair~" Tito stated, peering at the fancy undergarments.
"W... Wh- What is this?" Oliver asked, feeling like his cheeks were getting warmer.
"This, my little friend..." The dog began, reaching in and pulling out a handful of underwear for himself, holding them up like a trophy. "Are the spoils of a quick in-&-out job~"
Before Oliver could question what he meant by that, he bared witness to Tito's next move.
Without another word, the chihuahua brought the bund;e of panties to his face and took a mighty lungful of the scent from inside.
"Ahhhhhhh~" He sighed, the sound coming out more like a growl. "Oooh, these girls take real good care of t'emselves~"
That act only added to the strange feelings growing inside of the young kitten. As far as he knew, these things were just things that kept a girl's private bits hidden.
And yet, he was enjoying the scent of their undergarments.
Oliver took another look at the underwear in his hands, taking in the strange thoughts & feelings they were bringing him. He had no idea what they were about, nor if they were a good or a bad thing.
"Here, you wanna take a sniff?" His uncle asked, snapping him out of his stupor. "Go on, they're beggin' for it, man~"
The offer egged him on, but part of Oliver's innocence still held him back.
He remembered the time Rita scolded him for walking in on her as she was bathing, even though it was an accident. She gave him a more softer talk afterwards, but he recalled her mentioning how important a lady's privacy was, and how a man should always respect it.
His mind was conflicting between the temptaton to satisfy his curiosity and doing what he was sure was the right thing.
Tito could see this on his face, with the way his little companion was looking at the stolen underwear, and had the solution.
"Ayy, I get it." He told the cat, gently taking the underpants from his hands and returning them to the bag. "They ain't good 'nough for you; some boring old dames ain't gonna do it for my lil' boyo~"
If Oliver thought that meant he wasn't gonna take part in this for certain, he was in for another surprise.
Instead, the chihuahua rummaged around the contents of the bag for a bit, before he found what he was apparently looking for.
"That's more like it~" He remarked, pulling them out and offering them to the young cat. "Best in the house~"
This pair were black with a transparent texture on either side of the waist, and with a gold music note print on the back.
But there was something else about them that Oliver took in about about, which made his heart beat harder.
They were Rita's.
There was no doubt about it. There was the slight tint of brown on the inside, which he had learned was the colour of the female's fur.
It was about her size as well, with the size and shape fitting to her, according to his memory.
"C'mon, amigo." Tito coaxed, putting the pair into the kitten's hand. "They won't bite~"
Seeing the underwear that belonged to his adoptive mother was causing something strange to stir inside of him, but Oliver didn't fight the urge to take them.
Once they were in his hands, the kitten slowly started bringing them closer to his face, unsure of why he wanted to do so.
"Yeah, yeah~" Tito cooed, watching his protégé's actions. "T'at's it, amigo, they're all yours~"
When they were only an inch from him, Oliver closed his eyes and, with a gulp, pressed the underwear against his nose and took a-
"Hey, Oliver."
Suddenly, the world froze over. Everything in existence stopped for the kitten, the millisecond he heard that voice speak up as the door behind him opened.
The worst possible case scenario just happened, and there was no miracle possible to get away from it.
"The park's having a-" Rita, his dog mother, continued as she entered the room containing the kitten, before her eyes fell on the company with him, as well as the contents in their hands.
The moment her eyes fell on her son, both her words and her train of thought vanished, replaced with something of auch different nature.
The sight of him standing there with, what was clearly, women's underwear was bad enough, but the fact that Tito was here with the same thing was even worse.
"What are you..." She questioned with acold tone, before she got a closer look at what exactly was in the kitten's hands. "WHAT are you doing with those!?"
Her sharp tone had both guys' frozen like rabbits caught in headlights.
Anyone who knew Tito would correctly guess that this wasn't the first time he was caught in big trouble, but Oliver was a bit of different story.
He was still at an age where his cute face could get him out of trouble; all he needed to do was given them the big "sowwy" eyes, and he could get away with murder.
But not with Rita. She knew him too well, and he knew he was in big trouble.
Daring to turn around, the kitten was met with the ferocious gaze of her stern eyes, staring down at him with her arms crossed.
A looming sense of dread and regret came over the young cat, which was only enhanced when she grabbed him by the wrist and held his hand up, confirming her unfortunate suspicions.
Those were definitely her's. The pair she was wearing only yesterday.
"Oliver." She spoke, not even looking at her son in the eye.
The kitten winced as she said his name like that, as if she had just designated him the lowest form of life on the planet.
Instead of looking at him, her attention turned to Tito, who had the same deer-in-the-headlights expression as the kitten.
"You." She stated, pointing at the door with her free hand. "Out there. Don't even think of going anyway else; I'll deal with you second."
Despite knowing she didn't actually have any authority over him the way she did with Oliver, the chihuahua felt a chill run up his spine as she told him what to do.
With the command given, the canine began to leave the room, giving Rita the privacy with the boy she needed...
Just before she swiftly snatched the stash of pinched panties from him, tossing them to another corner of the room.
He was out of sight shortly after, leaving the saluki alone with her first target.
Oliver couldn't remember ever feeling so nervous in his life, and his stomach was twisting into knots.
Very few people anticipated the terrifying force a mother's wrath, until they were face-to-face with it.
"Look at me."
Doing as he was told, the kitten lifted his gaze to see the furious look on his mother's face. One that made his knees quiver in dreadful anticipation.
He knew he was in big trouble, now.
"Do I even need to say how angry I am with you?" She began, without a hint of mercy in her voice. "What were you thinking, taking those?"
He knew that the best answer would be the honest one; that this whole thing was Tito's idea, and that he had no idea what he was in for. But despite that, Oliver's voice was caught in his throat, not daring to utter a sound.
Even if he told her the truth, he knew he wasn't off the hook.
"This is inexcusable." Rita went on, looking at him with a powerful look. "I'm so disappointed in you, Oliver."
Hearing that almost brought tears to the kitten's eyes, but he kept them at bay... For now.
"I..." He finally spoke up, trying not to lose himself in those fear-inducing eyes. "I'm sorry..."
""Sorry" isn't good enough." The dog replied, holding her hand out. "You can give me those back, for a start."
With a reluctant gulp, the feline did as she told, dropping the pair of stolen panties into her hand.
She looked down at them with a disapproving glare, before turning her gaze back to her son.
"This is seriously inappropriate." She spoke, putting the underwear away in her jacket. "I don't doubt Tito gave you the idea that this is okay, but I'M not going to tolerate this kind of behavior."
"Yes, Rita..." Oliver replied, trying not to meet her eye.
"You're better than this, kid." She told him in a scolding tone. "I thought I taught you better, and you pull a stunt like this?"
Her tone was harsh, but the kitten could tell it was more disappointed than angry. Though still angry.
"I know you're a guy, and you're gonna get to that age where you're getting interested in girls, but not like this." She continued, sitting down on his bed. "Actions like this are gonna have consequences for you, especially when you get older. So I better stop them before they happen, starting right now."
The kitten looked a little surprised by what she was saying, having an unfortunate idea of what she was planning.
"I'm serious, Oliver." Rita continued, looking the young boy in the eye. "This sort of thing isn't okay. Get over my lap, now."
His worst fears were confirmed, as Oliver's ears dropped and his tail went limp.
"O... Okay..." He replied, his heart sinking as he came over.
Against his own will, the feline did as his adoptive mother had instructed, climbing over her legs with some help.
With his head pointed towards the floor, the young cat's body was over the saluki's lap, his small rump positioned in a way that left it open for her punishment.
"Give me your arm." She instructed next, her voice not losing its serious tone.
Without a word, Oliver did as he was told again, holding his right arm up to her.
Grabbing hold of his wrist, Rita pulled the limb firmly against his back, so he wouldn't squirm around too much.
"This is gonna hurt." She warned, moving her free hand down to his rump. "And that's gonna remind you to behave. Got it?"
"Y- Yes, Rita." The young feline answered, bracing himself as best he could.
The saluki didn't even reply, before she began his punishment.
SMACK
The first of many hard slaps strike his butt, making the cat flinch on impact.
This was his first ever spanking, and it was already making an impression on the kitty.
SMACK
Whether he was ready for the next one or not, Rita struck him again, just as hard as before.
"Ow!" He cried, feeling the stinging pain in his butt.
SMACK
The dog didn't say anything as she continued his punishment, focusing more on his lesson than his responses.
His cries meant nothing, compared to what he would learn from them.
SMACK
"Ahhh!" He exclaimed, wincing and squirming a little.
Though his arm being pinned behind his back didn't do much to help with that.
SMACK
"This is for your own good, Oliver." Rita told him, keeping her hand moving. "You'll thank me when you're older."
SMACK
He didn't have the mental strength to consider whether she was right or not; all he could think about was the unpleasant pain on his bottom.
SMACK
That, and the need to keep his tears from coming out.
SMACK
"Oooowww!"
Rita didn't even acknowledge the feline's cries as she spanked him again, making his bottom jiggle with every strike.
SMACK
His shorts weren't exactly made to be bulletproof; they provided little protection against her swift hand motions.
SMACK
But as he was about to see, he shouldn't been grateful for them anyway.
The canine suddenly paused her punishment, giving the kitten a chance to breathe. Though it wasn't entirely for that reason.
"Don't move." She ordered, moving her hand around his waist to the other side.
Oliver didn't give much though to whatever she was doing at first; he was just glad that she stopped spanking him for a moment.
That was, until he felt her undoing his button & zipper of his pants.
"H- Huh?" He spoke up, sounding afraid. "Wh- What are you-"
"I said hush." She reminded him, continuing her task.
All the young cat could do was remain still & quiet, as she proceeded to pull his shorts down, taking his underwear with them.
Before he knew it, his bare orange ass was exposed to the world, and his shorts were around his ankles.
"There." The canine stated, moving her free hand to his bum again. "Now we can continue."
She didn't even let him say anything before the next slap landed on his bare bottom.
SMACK
"Aaaagh!" Oliver cried, feeling the sting on his cheeks.
The difference between then and now was painfully obvious; his flesh was much more sensitive now, without the barrier of clothing between their bodies, and her hand hurt a lot more than before.
SMACK
"Nyowww!"
The feline clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight, trying his hardest to keep his composure.
SMACK
Even still, Rita made no effort to go easy on him, spanking him just as harshly as before.
SMACK
"Owwwww!" He yelped, instinctively trying to get away.
"Keep still, or we're starting again." The dog scolded, pinning him down further.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Oliver's cries and yelps continued as she spanked him repeatedly, her hand striking the same place again and again.
He didn't even bother trying to hold back the waterworks anymore; it was taking too much effort not to cry.
SMACK
"OWWWWW!" He bawled, trying his hardest not to kick. "OWWWWW! P- P- Pleeease stop!"
"I will, once you've learned your lesson." Rita told him, readying her hand again. "We're nearly there."
SMACK
"Aaaaargh!" The kitten squealed, squirming a bit more.
Not that Rita was going to let him.
"Last one." She told him, raising her hand even higher, readying foe the grand finale. "Here we go."
And with one mighty smack, the dog's hand struck his behind with a loud SMACK, sending the poor kitty into a fit of teary screams.
"OOOOOWWWW!"
As the young feline wailed in pain, his mother took a moment to admire her work, looking back at his sore rump.
The redness of his cheeks was almost glowing, mixing in with his natural orange fur.
She couldn't imagine how much pain he was in, but it was a necessary evil, and it was for his own good.
She was glad that it was over, and she knew he was, too. 20 firm smacks he wasn't going to forget for a while, or hopefully ever.
The hurt, embarrassment and shame he must be feeling should last long after his punishment was over, and hopefully prevent any repeat performances.
"Oliver." She spoke, stroking his back as he sobbed. "Did that hurt?"
The question couldn't have been more obvious, but the saluki needed him to hear the words.
"Y... Yes..." He sniffled with closed, wet eyes. "It hurts..."
"Remember this feeling the next time you're tempted to do something wrong." She told him, continuing to correct him. "Because if I ever catch you doing anything like this again, it'll hurt even more."
The young feline didn't doubt that she would; if this was something she just thought of at the moment, he dreaded to imagine what she could do to him if given the chance to plan ahead.
"Understand, Oliver?" Rita asked, making sure her lesson stuck.
"Y- Yes, Rita..."
"Good." She answered, pulling him to sit up properly. "Now come here."
She held her arms out, inviting the little kitty into a comforting hug.
Oliver did so immediately, wrapping his arms around her and crying into her chest, still sniffling a little.
She hurt him so much, but he desperately wanted that love and affection that only a mother (or close enough to one) could give.
"Go ahead, let it out..." She cooed, stroking the top of his head. "It's over, now. You're safe..."
The comforting tone and soothing touch was making the young feline feel better already, slowly letting the pain subside.
He still had conflicting feelings about what happened, but right now, his focus was on the comfort he was getting from his mother's warm embrace.
After a few moments, when his crying came to to end, Rita decided to break off the hug, but kept her hands on his shoulders.
"I hope you learned something." She told him, giving a soft but stern look. "Don't ever take my, or any woman's, underwear again. Promise me."
"Y- Yes, Rita... I promise..." Oliver replied, nodding his head.
She could see he truly felt guilty about what had happened, whether or not the spanking was necessary.
So, with a smile, the dog reached her hand around and cupped his cheek, brushing a tear from his face.
"It's okay, Oliver." She told him, stroking his fur gently. "You know I still love you."
Despite the painful sting still lingering in his rear, the cat smiled at those words, feeling his heart swell.
"Th- Thank you..." He replied, before reaching his arms around her and giving her a hug. "I love you, too."
His loving reply warmed the dog's heart, prompting her to return the hug.
They remained in each other's arms for a little longer, allowing the young kitten to let the rest of his sadness melt away.
Like any mother, she wanted her baby to be happy, and seeing him like that was a blessing.
"You'll understand when you get older." She told him, sounding more calm than she did before. "When you meet a pretty little kitty of your own, you'll know why it's so important to respect their privacy."
Hearing that made Oliver's ears perk up, thinking of the idea of having a girlfriend.
More prominently, about his mother figure teasing him about it.
"M- My own...?" He replied, sounding embarrassed.
"Sure." Rita confirmed, looking down at him with a grin. "I'll get you all dressed up for your little dates~"
Despite the harsh punishment just minutes ago, Oliver found himself blushing at the words coming from her now.
"Oh, don't be shy~" She cooed, poking his nose playfully. "You'll make such a cute little lover boy~"
"Hmm..." He winced in a bashful tone. "D- Don't say that..."
"It'sbound to happen." The dog stated, pulling him closer. "But you'll still be my baby."
She kissed him on the top of his head, before releasing her grip on him.
"Alright, come on." She told him, helping him off her lap. "Go and pull your pants up, then go play. And send Tito in."
Doing as he was told, the young kitten got back to his feet and pulled his shorts back up, trying not to show too much discomfort.
"Okay, mom." He replied, before making his way to the door.
The name he called her made her smile again... Though she knew that wasn't going to last.
As the feline opened the door and left through it, she took a deep breath, knowing what was coming.
Her gaze turned back to fury, when the chihuahua entered the room next.
A thunderstorm didn't match her level of anger; the look on her face would scare any demon.
Tito would fight a lion, steal from a king, and punch Death himself in the face. But the glare he was getting from Rita made him shrink like a little puppy.
"Here." She simply commanded, pointing to the spot beside her.
He didn't think of arguing; when Rita was mad, even the biggest dogs in the yard would be afraid of her.
Without saying a word, the chihuahua slowly came over to her and stood where she instructed, waiting for her response.
"What did I say to you?" She asked with a voice that was both angry and disappointed, although part of her anticpated an outcome like this. "You're supposed to be setting a GOOD example for him! Not teaching him bad habits!"
Tito wanted to give one of his quick quips to her, but his mouth was as empty as his mind, at the moemnt. He knew he had no excuse or reason for what he had done.
The old itch of stupid fun with the risk of getting caught came back to him, and it wasn't supposed to escalate into anything more than that. But he knew that wouldn't fly with her, even on a good day.
She had already punished the feline for his crimes, and she would punish Tito the same.
"Take those down, and get over my knee."
He was a little surprised by what she said, but the smaller dog didn't have the cojones to fight his case. Somehow, incurring Rita's further wrath was scarier than the thought of being caught by the models whose undies he stole.
Without saying a word, Tito began to pull his pants down, revealing his white briefs underneath.
She didn't even bother degrading him for how he looked; she was more focused on her own task.
"Come here." She told him, tapping her lap. "Now."
Once his shorts were around his ankles, the chihuahua did as he was told, slowly laying over the larger dog's lap.
The saluki wasn't so hesitant; the second he was in position, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and yanked them down.
The sudden movement forced a surprised gasp out of him, though it wasn't nearly as painful as what he was about to experience.
Rita didn't pause for a moment, instead getting right to business.
SMACK
The first slap landed on his butt, bearly giving him the chance to yipe in pain before she repeated the action.
SMACK
SMACK
Her palm came down on his backside again & again, with enough force to make him squeal.
"Yeeowch!" He exclaimed, squirming in her grasp.
SMACK
SMACK
He wasn't going to be shown any mercy, though. If Rita was firm with punishing Oliver, she sure wasn't to be letting up on Tito either.
This whole thing was undoubtedly his fault, and he had no excuses for what she walked in on.
SMACK
"Aow!" He cried, wincing from the strikes.
"I told you to behave around him." The dog scolded, continuing her spanks. "You're a filthy little pervert, Tito. You're exactly the reason why Georgette wants to take him from us!"
The statement took the chihuahua back for a moment, and made him feel worse than the slaps to his butt.
SMACK
"Yowch!"
Though not by much.
Without the slightest bit of concern for how much it was hurting him, Rita brought a storm down on his little rear, turning it a rosy red.
The little dog was squealing and yelping at every strike, and was starting to wonder when the dog was gonna let up.
Little did he know, that wasn't going to be for a long while.
She gave Oliver 20 smacks for getting caught, but knowing Tito was responsible for this in the first place, even after she told him that she wanted better from him and the guys, barring Francis, to be trying to be better role models.
They weren't exactly the ideal idols for him, but they were all he had. Besides the poodle that wanted to take her baby away from her.
No dog was gonna do that on her watch, nor was any dog going to corrupt his young mind any further.
So, to ensure that was going to be the case, she needed to give Tito way more than 20.
100 should do fine.
