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Nobody said he had to get up at a certain time, so he rolled over and was about to drift off when he felt a smack on his leg.
“Get up, cat boy.”
Felix jumped as he lifted his head and blinked at Lance who stood by the bed with a scowl.
“On the floor. Now.”
Felix tried to clear the cobwebs from his brain as hurried to get on his knees. Why did he sound so grumpy?
Lance acted like it was such a bother as he put him in all the cat stuff, and he could have been more gentle with the oiled plug. Felix thought he could go eat breakfast, but the gag was forced into his mouth, and when Lance buckled it, it caught on some of his hair.
Felix made a noise as it tugged and made his scalp sting, and Lance smacked his shoulder. “You don’t talk.”
Felix tapped the buckle in the back and hoped that got the point across.
“You'll stay gagged because I said so. Bend over the bed. Now.”
Felix flinched at his tone but hurried to bend over the bed while Lance took a cane from the bedside drawer. He hadn’t said a word or even tried to speak. What the hell? Was he truly going to be punished for that? He’d just made a sound of discomfort because the piece of hair in the buckle was caught and pulling on his scalp.
Lance lifted the tail out of the way and held him down with a hand on the small of his back. Felix heard the swish, and the cane struck where his ass and thighs met with such force, he couldn’t help but to squeal.
“I said to be quiet!”
Felix bit down on the leather as the next stroke hit. He barely had time to process the pain before the third came, and the fourth made him jerk. Tears welled in his eyes as he bit the leather as hard as he could to keep quiet.
“That’s for moving.” Lance gave him a fifth stroke and finally let go of him. Felix sagged to his knees as he tried to blink back his tears, and he clenched his fists in the paws.
He hadn’t expected to be caned that hard. Didn't the Prince say he’d get two for misbehaving to start, and more strokes if he continued misbehaving? He was sure he hadn’t disobeyed. Squealing in pain also hadn't been forbidden.
"If you think me or the Prince are going to take any shit from you, you’re dead wrong.” Lance smacked him upside the head, and Felix sniffled to his shame. “Fucking cat.”
How could he be any kind of way when he’d barely started? Why the smacks? Prince Rainier hadn’t said anything about that or struck Felix in such a way.
Lance stalked out as Felix sniffed and stayed on his knees to spare his throbbing ass. He’d been punished before, and he liked it when he received consequences, but he hadn’t actually done anything. Also, even dominants weren’t supposed to hit someone on the head.
Lance hadn’t bothered with the kneepads, and Felix was too afraid to bring them to him. He gave himself a few minutes, although he knew his ass would be sore all day. He finally crawled to the doorway and leaned against it as he looked into the sitting room. Lance was smoking a cig at the table by the fire, and he scowled again.
“Crawl around if you want, Kitty. You can crawl off a cliff for all I care.”
Was he mad that he had to stay here and watch the Prince’s new pet? And why did it matter if Felix was supposed to be a cat or a dog? He was for the Prince’s fun, not Lance’s.
Felix hastily crawled into the kitchen to check his bowls. Eggs and sausage had been placed in one, but it looked like it had been sitting there for a good hour, and the grease had congealed. The water was clean, but he couldn’t drink with the gag on.
He was supposed to eat breakfast and drink. He thought he’d clean his teeth and wear the gag afterward, and those damn hairs were still tugging. He swiped at it with his paw, but it wouldn’t loosen. With his heart pounding, he went into the sitting room, approached Lance, and put his paws together since that was the signal to use if he needed to speak.
Lance shook his head. “No.”
Felix tried again and pointed at the kitchen while he tried to beg with his eyes.
“You’ll eat and drink when I say. You’re under my control now, and you better not forget that. Don’t think you can go complaining to the Prince either because he put me in charge of you.”
Felix gestured at the buckle and put his palms together.
“What did I just say?” snapped Lance, and Felix flinched back from him. “I would have let you eat after a few minutes once I got you all gussied up in your shit, and I did that to see if you’d behave. You didn’t because you tried to speak. You haven’t even been here for a day and you’re fucking up.”
The Prince hadn’t said Felix couldn’t make a noise. He wasn’t supposed to talk because he was practicing to be like a cat. They made sounds but didn’t speak words.
Also, the Prince hadn’t minded any of the gagged noises his pet had made last night. Had he misheard? Maybe he was supposed to be entirely silent no matter what during his first three days, but he didn’t remember anything about that.
