“No. No. No. No. No,” Master gritted out. Each “no” was punctuated with a smack. For the life of him, he did not know where this attitude was coming from. Muffin’s laziness at the game two nights ago should have been fixed by now. He had ensured that Mittens had gotten the lion’s share of that correction after her hard work making up for Muffin’s lack of attention to his guests. Apparently, more correction was needed. He had found Muffin fingering herself behind the couch just a few minutes ago, and “paws off” was a well-known rule in this household.
Needless to say, he had seized her by her pigtails and hauled her out. Mittens had galloped into the living room with a curious expression. It quickly switched to glee and she followed Master into the kitchen. “What happened, Master?” she mewed in a delicate voice. “Was Muffin being bad again?”
“Yes, Mittens,” he said, opening the fridge with his free hand. Muffin was tugging at her hair, trying to free herself from his grip to scurry away. He held fast. “Muffin was playing herself during nap time. What were *you* doing?”
Mittens raised her eyebrows. “I was in bed, sleeping! You’re so nice to us and let us nap three times a day, and you know I need my beauty sleep!” She batted her eyes at him, eyebrows knitted in feigned worry.
“You hear that, Muffin? Mittens was asleep while you were busy breaking rules. Bad kittens get punishments. Good kittens get treats. Mittens, would you like a treat?” Master asked. He pulled out the can of Reddi-Whip from the fridge and popped off the top.
“Yes, Master! Please!” Mittens squealed in delight. Master nodded and began dragging Muffin back to the living room. Mittens trotted along behind.
Muffin sighed in relief, wincing at the pull on her hair. Mittens would get a kittachino and she would get nothing. That was not nearly as bad as what she had been expecting. Mittens would rub it in, but they rarely got sugar anyway.
She became confused and much more cautious when he dragged her past their food bowls.
When they got to the couch, Master sat down and set the Reddi-Whip aside. He then flipped Muffin upside down so her shoulders were on the floor and her ass was in his lap. Mittens sat watching, eyes glinting in understanding. Muffin craned her neck to look up, but couldn’t see over the edge of Master’s knees. She heard the click of a lid and saw Master do a quick squirt of Reddi-Whip into his mouth. Then, he pointed the nozzle down…
Muffin understood and writhed. “No, not there! It’s been in the fridge! Please, don’t–” Master held her thighs apart with his elbows and stuck the nozzle of the Reddi-Whip into Muffin’s pussy. He wiggled a finger in and pressed down. Muffin squealed, feet flailing, as the whipped cream instantly sprayed inside her, creamy fluff spurting out the edges around the nozzle. She shuddered and teared up while Mittens giggled maliciously. Her insides felt cold and strange.
“Wow, Muffin! I think I really did breed you!” tittered Mittens. She reached up and pushed hard on Muffin’s lower tummy. Whipped cream spurted out of the wiggling kitty, and Master immediately shoved the nozzle back in to pump her with another spurt, making Muffins yelp and buck. “You look really full!”
Muffin’s eyes brimmed with tears. She gave up the fight and let her legs drop over Master’s elbows. He waited to see if she would use her safe word, but she stayed silent. He flipped her ungraciously back over onto all fours and seized her pigtails again, forcing her to face him.
“Don’t worry, Muffin! I can help clean you up,” Mittens reassured her, grabbing her calves. She bent down between Muffin’s legs to lick at the melting whipped cream dripping down her thighs.
Muffin turned back to look at Master with big eyes. “Master, I–” she began. But Master was busy unzipping his pants and taking out his cock to wave in her face.
“I don’t want to hear it, Muffin. Your rule-breaking habit is unacceptable. From now on, whenever you misbehave, Mittens gets rewarded. Keep in mind that her reward will undoubtedly involve you,” he lectured. “Get your disobedient little mouth on my cock and suck. Mittens, go ahead and have your treat.” Without further argument, he pulled Muffin onto him and leaned forward over her head to spread Muffin’s cheeks open.
Mittens lunged forward, tongue lapping at Muffin’s cream-filled cunt. She nearly purred at the taste of sugar, and kneaded her nails into Muffin’s legs as she pushed her tongue further and further inside, licking everywhere to get all the cream. When she couldn’t feel any more inside with her tongue, she sealed her lips around Muffin’s pussy lips and began sucking to pull the Reddi-Whip out. Muffin lurched forward, shrieking around Master’s dick, but found there was nowhere to go. She was sandwiched between Master and Mittens. Master let himself build to a powerful climax, watching Muffin’s head bob between his thighs and his other kitten’s head buried in an unwilling cunt. She choked and gargled on his load, part of it leaking out her lips to drip down her chin.
“Drink up,” he encouraged, scooping it up and pushing it back into her mouth with his fingers. “Kitties need milk. This could very well be your dinner. I haven’t decided yet.”
Mittens pulled back, licking her messy lips. “Master, she’s getting wet! Wasn’t this supposed to be *my* treat?” Mittens asked. A fake little pout crossed her face, but Master ignored it. He would take care of Mittens’s hubris later.
Master leaned forward while Mittens got back to work. He resumed his spanking. “No. Cumming. For. Bad. Kitties,” he said between smacks. Muffin sat miserably and endured the spanks, feeling a grin on Mitten’s lips and a tongue sneaking toward her clit.
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