Another day. Another endless cycle of public relations and answering
the same questions over and over. Does anyone still really give a
fuck if I wear boxers or briefs, Justin thought to himself wearily. Already in a questionable mood, it wasn't helped at all as Justin
entered his hotel room. To be confronted with utter chaos. Chaos that
his pretty little kitten was supposed to of handled. Torn newspapers
littered the floor. Empty cartons of cream were tossed haphazardly
about the room. Squeaky toys, tufts of yarn and sparkly rubber balls
covered every available space. Justin closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten before taking a deep
breath to go and find the culprit responsible for this disaster. Walking into the bedroom, Justin found his little menace fast asleep.
Curled around himself, looking all content and happy, like he didn't
have a care in the world. Struggling to hold on to his gaining temper, Justin shook Jc awake.
Opening bleary eyes, Jc had the audacity to give a little snarl for
daring to wake his Holy Kittiness up. " What the fuck, Kitty? It's 5pm and you're asleep? You said you
would clean the room today. You promised." Justin's voice was a sure
fire warning that he was most displeased. Jc just shrugged one silky shoulder and mewled disinterestedly. He
had better things to do than clean, thank you very much. In his dream
that Justin had rudely awoken him from, he was just about to capture
Big Bird! Jc laid back down with every intention of falling back into
slumber. He was gonna catch that yellow fucker from Sesame Street,
damnit. Justin saw a fiery haze. Oh no he did NOT just the fuck dismiss him.
He glared down at the sprawled out feline. Who was laying on top of
an unmade bed with dirty sheets. That was the final straw. His pretty kitten was obviously in need of a lesson on the proper
ways of household management. Leaving Jc to his fantasy of big game hunter momentarily, Justin
strode about the room gathering various objects. Even in anger his
movements were graceful and efficient. In no time flat he had the
desired things and was back at the bed, looking down at his naughty
boy. Using a leather belt, he smoothly bound Jc's feet together, locking
them into place. In the same continuous flow, Jc's hands were
fastened behind his back, this time with a silk tie that had been
packed for more formal occasions. Unhooking the chain from his
wallet, Justin looped both restraints together before looking down at
his handy work. His grin, while not quite evil, was definitely not of
the choir boy variety either. Holding a few final items in a free hand, Justin shook Jc awake
again. And just as the expected yelp of protest caused JC's mouth to
open, Justin stuffed one of his sparkly ball toys in there,
effectively silencing him. Deeply hooded blue eyes snapped open as
Justin diligently wound one of his old bandana's around Jc's head,
affecting a rather good ball gag. Justin calmly sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Jc come into
awareness of his predicament. First the leg restraints were tested.
Then the hand fastenings. Realising that both held him quite
securely, Jc growled around his mouthpiece and shot daggers at Justin. " We seem to have a little problem here my pretty kitten. Rather YOU
seem to have a problem. I've asked you every day to please clean up
this sty and you have refused to do so. Even though it's YOUR mess."
Justin's eyes locked with Jc's and showed he meant business. " Do you
know what happens to kittens that refuse to listen to their owners?" Feeling the first tremors of unease, Jc went for the tried and true.
He batted his silky lashes with his best ' I'm so sorry I'm a bad
kitty but look at how pretty I am ' look. Unmoved by the display, Justin continued. " Kittens that can't do
what they are supposed to must be punished. They need to learn to
mind and behave." Ears standing on end at that unfamiliar word, 'punished' Jc began to
squirm and fight against his entrapment. He was the prettiest kitten
in the world! He was meant to be petted and loved and fed the best
cream available. He didn't like the sound of this punishment
business, oh no he did not. Justin just sat and waited for his kitty to wear himself out. Which
happened quickly, as Jc once again came to the conclusion that he was
truly at Justin's mercy. Justin loved his sweet pet, lord knows he did. But he was determined
to be a firm disiplinarian in this case. Looking around the
disorderly roon firmed his resolve. Hauling Jc up by his shackles, he
placed him across his lap, head down. Speading his thighs so Jc was firmly nestled, Justin spoke. " You
need to learn to keep your word, Kitty. In this world , sometimes a
Man's word...or even a Kitten's word is all he has. You lose that and
you've got nothing." Jc's rigid back and labored breathing showed he
was listening. "I know you will find this hard to believe, but I'm doing this for
your own good. You've got to learn. " Justin ran one large hand down
Jc's tense backside as he spoke. As he traced the familiar swell of
soft skin Jc relaxed. Okay..this was a piece of cake. Justin was just
gonna give him the "Dad" speech of " this hurts me more than it hurts
you' and then Jc could be on his merry little way. Jc was wrong. That was immediately acknowledged as the first sharp
sting flooded his ass cheeks. His head reared up in shock as Justin's
hand came down again, this time harder. Calloused palms met rounded flesh, as his punishement was meted out.
Again and again. Jc's ass rose and retreated as it tried to escape
the firm delivery of Justin's solid spanking. To no avail. His skin
felt redhot as a shower of smacks rained down on him. Jc's cock had sprung into life at the first touch of that large hand
across his exposed bottom. It hurt like a bitch, he knew this, and
yet, it felt so good too. As Justin continued to decorate his ass
with welts, Jc couldn't held grinding his leaking cock against
Justin's thigh. The extremities of pleasure and pain were sending him
over the edge. Justin, hearing Jc's little stiffled moans, thought he was doing a
damn fine job of showing him just who was boss. Wanting to send a
final message home, he lifted a hand high in the air and let it fly,
wailing it across Jc's butt, with a resounding thwack. As the pain shouted across his central nvervous system, so did the
incredible pleasure. One long rope of steaming hot cum shot out,
barely missing Justin's foot, before pooling on the carpet. Justin pulled Jc's weak body up and cuddled him gently. " Kitty baby,
you know I love you, don't you? And you know why I had to punish you.
I hope you've learned your lesson and will obey from now on" Leaning against Justin's firm chest, Jc stared at his feet, hoping he
looked properly chastised. Oh yeah, he had learned his lesson. No
more disobeying. Well...maybe a little. He gave a small kitten grin
as he wondered what would happen if he were to accidentally chew on
one of Justin's new Nike's......