Marian 1

	Marian peered out the kitchen window, at the steadily growing cloud of dust that 
was making its way up the long drive to the house.  There was a car approaching, and she 
knew, without being able to make out anything of the vehicle, who was in it.  Only one 
person would be in such a rush to get to the small house on the hill.
	It was well out of town, and even further from the city, secluded on a hill with a 
mile of land in any direction.  The house was small but cozy and comfortable, a living 
room, kitchen and dining room on the bottom floor, with a single bedroom and a fairly 
large and luxurious bathroom up top.  A full basement underneath held the washer and 
dryer, and a few other things.
	She hurried about the dinner she was preparing, simple but hardy fare.  Some 
thick stew, and made from scratch cornbread, mostly.  With the stew steaming merrily 
and the cornbread in the oven, she hurried upstairs to get herself ready.  The long T-shirt 
and apron she had been wearing would never pass inspection.
	Upstairs, she made a quick attempt at washing up, and got the cornmeal out of the 
fur on her paws, the flour and cornstarch off her face fur, and stripped down to a pair of 
sky blue panties.  She had to take a slow breath to quell a surge of anxiety as she looked 
in the full-length mirror, and considered her options for outfits.
	A 5’ 7” tabby cat looked back at her from the inside of the mirror, figure a bit 
plump, but then, he liked her that way.  She had wide hips, and slightly narrower 
shoulders, and was physically in good, solid shape.  She’d always been a stocky girl, and 
playing soccer, maintaining a small ranch, and other things had conspired to emphasize 
big bones with a dense body.
	She had what some would call a ‘full’ figure, her hips rounded and buttocks nice 
and firm, but still soft.  She had a bit of a stomach, but it didn’t show too much, and 
didn’t interfere with the generally curvy nature of her feline body.  The curves of her hips 
had a match in healthy C-cup breasts, which at the moment were capped by half-perked 
pink nipples.
	She dressed quickly, in knee-length denim skirt and a sleeveless white blouse, 
pinned the shoulder length fall of dirty brown hair back behind her ears, and slipped her 
feet into a pair of heels.  She didn’t like the way they felt, and how she had to walk 
differently, but he said they made her legs look endless.
	She took another glance in the mirror, and was mostly satisfied.  Just in time, too, 
as she heard the truck pull up outside, idle for a moment, then die.  She hurried 
downstairs to set the table while he knocked the mud off his boots, and hung up his coat.  
She had just set the small pot of stew on the table when he came into the dining room, 
and leaned against the wall.
	He looked like he always had, a six-foot tall husky with broad shoulders and an 
athlete’s build.  A tendency to be accident-prone had left him with a number of minor 
scars, and his muzzle was a little crooked from one fight or another.  He had a smile that 
always dropped her guard, and his gray-blue eyes always seemed to sparkle.
	He worked an office job in the city, and thus was dressed in white shirt and a dark 
blue tie, with khaki slacks held in place by a brown leather belt.  But regardless of pleas 
from his office to wear shoes of some variety, he always wore a pair of battered but well-
polished boots, so worn they bent like broken in sneakers.
	He was just standing there, leaning against the doorway with his coat slung over 
one shoulder, watching her with that disarming smile well in place.  After a moment, he 
nodded, took a deep breath, and let it out, then walked fully into the kitchen and dropped 
his coat over one of the chairs.  He grabbed the feline up in his arms and gave her a tight 
hug, his chin resting between her ears.  It was the same every evening, but always 
sincere.  He was glad to be home.
	“Shall we eat, Ken?” the tabby asked, nodding toward the steaming stew and 
fresh-baked cornbread.
	“Let’s.  I’m famished.  And by the way… tomorrow’s been declared holiday at 
the office.  They’re fumigating my wing of the building.  So I’m going to be wanting 
some dessert.”
	“Of course.  Eat up, silly.  Your dessert is always ready, and you know it.”
	They ate the meal in relative silence, though on several occasions they would lock 
eyes and grin for no real reason, just being happy together.  After they had both had their 
fill, and the dishes had been cleared, Marian came back to the table, where Kenneth had 
pushed his chair out and was leaning back a little.  In a moment, she was in his lap, 
sideways, paws resting lightly on his shoulders.
	She didn’t speak at first, and neither did he.  They just touched noses together and 
locked eyes.  Finally, she giggled.  “Are you ready for your dessert, my love?” she asked, 
then kissed him on the lips to muffle any reply.  It was just a light kiss, little else than lips 
involved, but they drew it out for a good long time, until finally she had to break it to 
breath.
	“I wonder if my dessert is ready for me, though…” he mused, and stood abruptly, 
picking her up in one motion, then carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.  “I think my 
dessert needs to be properly prepared.  It’s not safe otherwise.”  That sent a shiver down 
her spine to the hollow of her gut.
	He laid her out on the bed, then straddled her hips, keeping her down on the soft 
mattress.  Patient paws undid her blouse, and took it off, then paused to gently caress the 
sides of her breasts.  He cupped over them, thumbs rubbing in lightly, and chuckled.  
“My lovely kitten.  We’re back to the game again, I think.  You remember the rules?”
	“I do, Master.” She smiled, as saying that sent another shiver down her spine.  It 
was a game they played often, Master and slave.  It had a dangerous thrill to it, a sense of 
surrender that she had long since gotten over being afraid of.  Besides, if there were ever 
trouble, she had her safe word, ‘chocolate’.  And he never tried to push her past any 
limits.  They had explored, over the past several years, most of the limits she had, and 
found what she liked and disliked, what made her moan and what made her squeal.  And 
Ken loved to hear her squeal.
	He nodded, and grinned wider, hands sliding off her breasts to her stomach, 
scratching softly through the downy fur.  The sensation brought a dreamy purr from his 
pet, and she barely noticed when one hand disengaged to undo the buttons on the side of 
her skirt, then peeled it away.  A few moments later, he stood up at the end of the bed, 
and left her laying there, in nothing but sky-blue panties.
	“Mm… dessert looks delicious, as usual.  But it needs a little… garnish.  Stand up 
at the end of the bed and close your eyes, sweety.”  She did as he asked, because that was 
one of the rules, to obey.  After a breath or two, he asked her to raise one leg, then the 
other, and she felt something sliding up along her legs.  It had to be tugged over her hips 
before it settled in place on her midriff.  Had to be her corset, an affair of pink-dyed 
leather that had been adjusted over time to fit her body perfectly.
	“I think we’ll lace it up to the third marks, tonight.  Not too tight, but enough to 
take your breath away.  Oh, and one more thing…” She giggled as silk settled over her 
eyes, the blindfold snugged down firmly, but not too tight.  “Now lean on the bed, and 
brace yourself.”
	She let out a breath as he started to tug the laces tight, from the bottom up.  The 
bottom edge was at the top of her hips, so it didn’t come together much, but as he 
progressed up her back, she could feel the leather compressing her middle, giving it an 
hourglass curve, though nothing extreme.  Just a bit of an arc, enough that, if she could 
see herself in the mirror, there would be nothing she could be displeased with.  He 
finished, and tied the laces with a doubled knot.
	Kenneth, for his part, just paused to admire his view.  With the corset 
accentuating her already desirable figure, he had a wonderful sight of her, leaned over the 
bed, her rounded hips and rumpcheeks presented to him.  It was a tempting sight, and to 
keep her guessing, he took the time to remove his shirt and tie and set them aside.  Then 
he stepped back beside her, and left one paw on her rump, squeezing and kneading 
slowly.
	She let out a soft sigh, took a breath as deep as the corset would allow, and 
shivered.  One of the things their exploration had found was that her well-padded rump 
was fairy tough, if sensitive, and could take a fairly rough spanking.  But both of them 
had found that milder things brought out the most wonderful need in her.
	Even though blinded, she could nearly see him planning the evening that would 
culminate with him taking the dessert promised.  The idle paw on her rump took hold of 
the waist of her panties and tugged it up, slowly but surely tugging the thin cotton into 
sensitive places.  She felt the cloth bunching and sliding into the cleft of her rump, 
leaving both cheeks bare.  She felt herself tensing already, because even if it did bring 
lovely pleasure, the spanking was still painful to a degree.
	But he didn’t immediately lay into her, instead leaving her leaning there on the 
end of the bed while he fetched something.  All of a sudden, she felt a buzz touch the 
front of her panties, a small bullet vibrator rubbing up and down her covered but not 
hidden slit.  He rubbed it up and down slowly, then slid it into the underwear, settling it 
lengthwise along her slit, and giving another tug on the back of her panties, to keep 
everything in place.
	“Hmm… not going to stay like this… here, this ought to help.”  She could feel 
him tying a loop around the panties, between both of the leg holes, tightening it down, 
and passed the free end through a loop in the ceiling, and started to slowly pull.  She 
lifted up on her toes, but he kept pulling, until she was barely holding her own weight on 
her feet.  A lot of it was on her pussy, keeping the bullet-vibe pressed tightly between the 
lips.
	“Now, I think, you’re ready.”  She was starting to moan, the little toy causing a 
damp spot to slowly appear and spread on the panties.  She felt his hands again, 
squeezing and kneading her butt, and knew it was time.  The first slap came, on the side 
of her right cheek, just a light one for now.  A second matching one on the left followed, 
then two more higher up, before he shifted to her left side, and started using his right paw 
to leave stronger stings across both cheeks.
	After a dozen, the canine paused, and watched the sinuous tail twitching and 
waving as his girl shuddered and made sounds midway between a moan and a whimper.  
She was in no real pain, but just enough sensation to be off balance.  And, he confirmed 
with a deep breath, quite aroused.  He settled in again, and laid another dozen strokes on 
her rump, scattering them around to ensure that her rump was warmed all over.  A third 
dozen, mostly concentrated at the base of her rump, and angled upward, focused that heat 
just back from the damp patch on her panties.  She was squirming a lot now, and he knew 
that this was driving her crazy.
	“Good… good, sweet sexy kitten.  Now I’m coming to kneel on the bed in front 
of you, and you know what you’re to do.  No hands, just your mouth.”  He moved in 
front of her, and settled down on his knees, then lifted his hips so the slacks bumped her 
nose.  She moved quickly, then, and used a nimble tongue and teeth to undo his pants.  
Loose, they slid down his thighs, and she made short work of his boxers with precise 
bites to the waistband.  They fell, as well.
	Marian moaned as she leaned forward, putting even more stress on her crotch as 
the motion tugged her secured panties.  She got a heady nose full of canine musk, and 
homed in on it, tongue probing forward, and finding him already fully hard.  Not 
surprising, really.  She took the tip into her muzzle, kissed it, and started to suck softly.  
She wouldn’t be able to drive him to orgasm without pressure on the slowly growing 
knot, but she could give him pleasure for a while, and make him long for a climax almost 
as much as she was longing now.
	She worked her lips slowly up and down, eyes shut, and read his reaction through 
the short, subdued thrusting of his hips, and listened to the whimpers that died in his 
throat.  She wriggled a little, and made whimpers of her own, trying to keep her mind off 
of the sensation of the little vibe that just wasn’t enough.  The contest of wills went on, 
back and forth, for a while, until the canine finally gave in, and yanked his shaft loose, 
one paw squeezing his knot a little.
	In a second, he was behind Marian, and had yanked the rope loose, and shoved 
her panties down to her knees.  She let out a moan as the vibrator dropped away, but that 
sound of desire was quickly replaced with a squeal of delight as her lover shoved himself 
home, wasting no time before his knot was grinding at her entrance.  Panting heavily, the 
little feline pushed her hips back as he pushed forward, both of them delighting in the 
sensation of being on the edge of climax.
	There were a few more tense moments while they worked to stretch her for the 
knot, then finally, with another squeal, it slipped inside.  Another few moments were 
spent in furious, near feral grinding, before she reached her climax.  The clenching 
spasms of an orgasming feline were certainly enough to push her Master over the edge as 
well, and they both fell onto the bed, cuddling and grinding in bliss.
      They stayed like that, the canine still inside her, his kitten wrapped in his arms, 
for a while, waiting for his knot to shrink and soften.  In the meantime, Ken groped her 
breasts, massaging them softly, and once in a while pinched a nipple.  The pinches 
brought soft groans and whimpers, and renewed arousal.  He also didn’t seem to be 
softening, so they tried a few experimental thrusts, and found that he was ready for 
another go.
      Slowly, carefully, she turned around, until he was on his back, and she was 
straddling him, still impaled on his knot.  She started rocking her hips slow and steady, 
her paws on his chest for balance.  They kept at it, slow rocking, making short thrusts 
until they both collapsed again, spent and in a haze of ecstasy.  That’s about how they 
woke the next morning, still tangled together and in a position that prompted exploration, 
until sometime later that afternoon.  By that night, they were both exhausted again, but it 
was well worth it.  Well worth it indeed.

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