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Stella cuts her eyes at him. “I was about to tell you. But now I don’t think I will. Because you interrupted me.”
Arkan looks at me.“She does know she’s a tiny little female human and either one of us is capable of whipping her until she cries, right?”
“Of course she knows. But the interesting thing about this woman is that she really does not seem to be capable of caring, at least, not at the moment. I’ve encountered war hounds with softer temperaments.”
“I’M HUNGRY,” she repeats the words loud and slow. “GIVE ME FOOD. PLEASE.”
At least she said please.
To be fair, she is unable to fend for herself, and that means being demanding of me is the only way to have her needs met. That puts her in the same position as a yowling cat or whining dog. I’m surprised at the amount of sympathy I have for her. If any other human were to act this way, I am certain I would bring them to their knees, sobbing and begging for forgiveness.
“Stella, I’m going to get you something to eat,” I say.
“Now,” she says. “I’m literally dying.”
Arkan looks at her, then back at me.
“She’s spoiled,”he says, sounding shocked even in his telepathic tone.“I can’t believe you’d ever have a spoiled mate.”
“Yours punched an elder in the face in public. I don’t think my girl being slightly mouthy is the issue you think it is.”
“I think yours is about to do some physical damage of her own.”
“Is this food? I’m eating it.”
Stella has spotted what is probably the remnants of Arkan’s lunch. It looks like he had a roast vegetable medley which is now drawing Stella like a moth to a frame, mostly because of the heated oil content, I imagine.
I reach out to stop her.
“No, you can’t eat that. It’s not suitable for humans. The plant it comes from…”
She whips around and bites me, short, dull teeth making as much of an impression as they can on my scaled hand. I don’t feel physical pain, but I do feel the energy of her intention. I also feel my response, a certain amount of reasonable outrage.
“No!” I say firmly, gripping her by the back of the neck. “I’ve told you before, Stella. I will not tolerate aggression from you. You’re a little human and this behavior will not be tolerated.”
There’s a snort in my head.“Even I don’t believe you,”Arkan says.“You’re smitten and she knows it. I never thought I’d see the day a human woman walked all over the great, stern Kahn.”
“She’s not walking all over me,” I say, accidentally speaking out loud. It is confusing carrying out two conversations, one verbal, one telepathic.
“Yes, I am,” Stella says immediately.
She is a spoiled, brash, bold, brave young lady, and I am going to spank her ass good and hard, proving something to both her and my brother at the same time.
“What the fuck are you doing!?”
The outrage in her voice as I sit down and pull her over my lap suggests that she really thought the disciplinary aspect of our relationship was over. One day of spanking and collar punishment followed by several days of snuggling and sex has altered her perception of what sort of trouble she can get herself into.
“Not in front of this guy! Isn’t he your brother? This is wrong!”
“Your behavior was wrong. Demanding, strident, and then aggressive. What were you thinking? Did you let yourself forget what happens when you’re disrespectful? Did you forget why you’re wearing the collar?”
“Kahn! Please!”
She’s desperate now, but it is all much too late. Arkan is right, and this will do her good. A strong application of consequences will teach her a much needed lesson.
This clothing, as with the initial outfit, has a rear access panel. I would never dress a pet in anything that didn’t have a convenient way to deal with her directly. Exposing her ass creates another gasp of outrage. She truly cannot believe this is happening, and yet this is the only thing that can happen. She needs to be trained to behave in front of others. The idea she can simply rampage about speaking disrespectfully and taking physical action against me is unthinkable.
Stella
