A Spanking for Breakfast

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I awoke refreshed and cheerful; I had burst from a sound sleep into a fit of laughter, there was a tongue in my eye and I owed Melete a spanking. Gentle kisses from Nuqi, and spanking Melete; I was only just awake and already it was starting off as an excellent morning!

Nuqi was an extremely reliable timekeeper; she woke me up each and every time she thought there was something happening that I should know about. It might be an unusual sound, it might be an unfamiliar scent, it might be something moving in the darkness; but whatever it was, she came and told me about it. Now, she was letting me know it was time to wake up because the light upon the ground was changing; it continually surprised me just how chatty Nuqi could be, if I would listen to her. I began to worry that Melete might be equally talkative.

I slid almost reluctantly from the warmth of the furs and Melete's body. I closed the furs back around her and again set Nuqi to guard her while I went to pee, and look for the verr. I relieved myself as I yawned and stretched; I spotted the three verr nearby, still huddled together in slumber. I would leave them be for a while longer yet; they would rouse themselves once the light of Tor Tu Gor broke over the land.

I took some of the firewood back to the shelter; I crouched beside the fire pit, broke up pieces of the firewood and fed the coals carefully, then hung a small kettle with a bit of fresh water over the fire to warm. Taking one of the bundles of provisions from the closest sled I placed it upon the ground by the fire and began to unpack it carefully. From one neatly sewn leather skin I added a handful of coarsely milled grains to the kettle; from another I added chopped pieces of dried fruits, and from a third I crushed several small and flavorful wildflower heads. Once these things were blended in the kettle, I allowed time for the warm water to rehydrate the mixture before stirring in a good portion of fresh verr milk and a measure of honey. As the morning meal warmed and thinned, I tended the fire, stirred the kettle and listened to the sounds of the world waking up around me.

I left Melete to her slumber, yesterday had been difficult for her; today she would be stiff and sore and in pain. I ate my breakfast quietly; whispering softly now and again to Nuqi when she came prancing back with the latest interesting tidbit about the goings on of life in the local area. She frequently brushed against me or nuzzled, she was a most affectionate gossip. I allowed it; I was fond of her tender playfulness, the silky touch of her fur, and her diligence in keeping me informed. I was very well pleased with her progression in domestication. She was becoming a very useful asset, and a loyal companion.

I crept slowly into the furs beside her and drew Melete from her sleep gently, taking her head within my hands, my fingers sliding into the warm whisps of hair spilling around her cheeks and pressing the softest of kisses tenderly around her eyes. She murmured softly, I smiled as I slipped my arms around her, cradling her gently in my arms and nibbling softly along her throat. Pulling her into my arms, supporting her firmly I drew her close to my chest; then slowly guided her into sitting up face to face; I waited until I saw her eyes flutter, then kissed her passionately upon softly murmuring lips as the glitter of gold flashed suddenly from within the depths of wide pools of chocolate.

I released her gently from the kiss, then smiled softly; as the pull of her lip began to form the beauty of her smile upon her face, I shifted our point of balance and with my left hand firmly wrapped within her hair I pulled her forward and face down over my lap. My left hand quickly moved to firmly saddle the back of her neck with my thumb and fingers pressed near her ears. I lifted my right hand above my ear and dropped it suddenly with a sharp slap against the unbranded curve of her very pretty ass. Again, raising my hand and dropping it quickly to sharply meet her bare skin, I spanked her repeatedly. Five times my large and calloused hand fell roughly upon the curve of her ass as she screeched and flailed before I rolled her from my lap, casting her back among the rumpled furs.

I stood up, turned my back to her and walked away from her toward one of the sled and took two bundles from it; as I returned to Melete I spoke plainly to her. "I will spank you at any time that it pleases me to do so kajira, and for this I owe you neither a reason, nor an apology. You are a slave; my slave, and you will remember it." I moved to the kettle and ladled out a good portion of the hot thick soup of soft grains and sweet fruit, milk, honey and aromatic petals into a bowl then offered it toward her, pressing it into her hands as I circled her and knelt to tend to her brand. I unrolled one of the skins and took from within it a smooth mild paste made from the fat of the Kurri; using my fingers I took a bit of this healing salve from it's container and applied it gently to her branded and inked flesh. With a clean piece of soft cloth dabbed with warm water I tenderly washed the area around the branded flesh; then then brand itself, as she ate her morning meal.

With warm water and mild soap upon a clean wet cloth I washed my slave from head to toe with my own rough hands as I continued talking to her. "I spanked you for stealing. Last night, when I fed you, your fingers brushed mine. Slaves are not permitted to touch the free without permission, but you would not know this on your first day, would you? Of course not, it takes time and experience to learn such things." With fresh warm water and soft cloth I rinsed her skin slowly and gently as I studied every inch of it happily as I spoke. "I spanked you for stealing, because you took what is not yours to have now as you wish and when you wish. No, no my love; I tired of playing your game. Time and time again I have offered you great tenderness and affection, warmth and comfort, and food and companionship; and yet you would only have it upon your own terms, when and how you like."

I began to dry her slowly as I spoke plainly "In your insolent selfishness you sought to steal for yourself the slightest bit of comfort from my touch now, yet refuse it when freely offered. Those days are gone, you no longer do as you choose; you my love, will do as you are told. I have learned your ways huntress, for I have studied you long and carefully; and I have taken, what was mine to take."

Finishing my task with a nod of approval, I turned my back to her walking away, pausing only to kick the unopened bundle of her skins and things including her knife, across the ground toward her feet. Growling clearly "get dressed bitch, we're breaking camp" I continued walking as my hands pointed to our shelter and the provisions. "Get this gear packed!"