Thread: The Taming of the Brat ((Vivid and Day))

For a long, long while Karris cried. No one had ever spat on her before! Her sore and battered bum resting high in the air while the rest of her lay flat on the plastic. Thank God he had not turned his strikes lower. That would have been the icing on the fucking cake. This was not at all what she wanted. What she wanted was her old home back with doting and loving parents, with people who knew the worth of a good woman. Finally her crying died down. The pain still throbbed but it wasnt so terrible, at least not as terrible as before and she was able to shift her sore and abused body into a position that was more comfortable. That time in the cage had given time to think. She was sure that she never wanted that to happen again. Her perfect, porcelain skin now was marred on her perfectly pert bottom. Vanity, it would seem, was going to be the thing keeping her in line. After all, it was not uncommon for slaves to shown off and if she was going to be shown off, she would rather look her best. Sleep came that night. It was easy to pass out on an empty stomach and pain ridden limbs. When she woke up every part of her body was screaming at her. How dare she lay down on such a hard surface! At least the slave company had pillows and blankets and soft carpeting for them to sleep on. Karris had forgotten that she was in a cage and went to sit up, smacking her head against the bars. Ouch! she muttered as she made her way towards the open door. He must have seen the error of his ways. Beautiful girls needed to be cherished. However she found that wasnt the case when she read the note left for her. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. This game was already starting to wear thin on her but at least it was tasks only like showering, dressing and cooking. Never before in her entire life had she needed to cook for someone. Being Daddys favorite little girl meant that did not have to learn the menial tasks of lower born females. Why, he was even lining her up to have further education at a university. Cooking was beneath her. As is all of it, she sighed as she attempted to stand. At first her legs wouldnt allow it. They were weak and trembled. The welts on her butt throbbed and ached her entire hind end looked like one gigantic bruise. Damn it! I swear, if he hits me one more time Even though he wasnt around she dare not finish that sentence. That collar was still around her neck and the barbs still bit until the flesh there. How she hated the thing! Soon. Soon she would get this off. Her attention was then diverted to the boxes. One housed makeup of various colors and quality and she was impressed with it. The other the other was not as pleasing. Not by half. Is he serious? she whispered as she lifted the bottoms out of the box by its fluffy, ridiculous tail. A smile actually crossed her face as she studied the tacky ensemble and a harsh laugh came from her lips as she pulled out the ears, placing them gingerly on her head. This is so stupid! I am going to have to talk to him about this. Dear God, I hope I dont have a kitty outfit in one of these boxes After examining everything she went about her duties. A nice long shower was followed by a nice, long session of her blow drying her hair and putting on makeup. That was followed by a nice big chunk of time mocking herself in the mirror as she looked at the bunny outfit. Her tits were spilling out of it and her ass cheeks hung out the bottom of the panties. Despite her sour mood she tried to make the best of her situation and to laugh at herself. It was important in times like these. Making breakfast on the other hand was a pain. Bacon and eggs the meat was slimy and, once the eggs got cracked, they were slimy too. When everything was said and done she had quite the interesting meal. She frowned down at the burnt meat and runny whites and bit her lip. This was going to be a disaster. She groaned and shook her head, moving to make the toast which, too, managed to become burnt. Well, she thought to herself as she put everything on a tray and picked it up, he wanted her to be the one to cook. It was his own fault that he made her do it. On wobbly legs she made her way to his room, finding it by a trial and error. Um? Guy? she asked as she came in through the door. I made breakfast for you like you asked. Are you up yet? Hey, I guess Im sorry for last night. Um yeah What else could she say?