The Puppy Boy
A story by e
Chapter 2 - Even Puppies Have Mommies
Mother's really nice." I said as I continued to lie on the floor.
She's more than just nice, Carlos. She really cares about you."
Shelly moved off me and sat on the sofa. I was still gasping for breath and trying to recover from the tickling.
It wasn't easy for her, you know. Mother Jacqui used to tell me how depressed she got after the visits." Jacqui was Shelly's birth mother. My mother was her egg-mother. That meant that that the doctors used my mother's egg to bond with Jacqui's egg and then implanted the embryo into Jacqui's womb. That's how girls are made.
Why did she get depressed? I was the one who got left at the farm."
You don't get it do you?" Shelly looked rather stern.
Get what?" I was confused. There didn't seem to be any reason for mother to be depressed after she visited me.
You don't understand about mothers, do you?"
I thought I did." I shook my head. "That's why she visited and brought presents, because she didn't sell me to them. She was my mistress right from the start. The other puppies didn't get theirs until somebody bought them."
That's not it at all." Shelly shook her head as she spoke. "Do you know how hard it was for her to visit you?"
Umm, no?" I didn't know what she wanted me to say. "She just drove over there didn't she?"
No. I'm talking about her emotions." Shelly sat up straight and looked me in the eye. "Do you know why she used to miss visits sometimes?"
I just thought she forgot about me, or had something else to do. Or maybe she was mad 'cause I didn't like the present she brought last time or something." I sat up on the floor and return to my place at Shelly's feet.
It was none of those things." Shelly was shaking her head again. "She cared for you so much, she loved you so much that she couldn't bear to leave you there. It hurt her, deep inside, every time she had to walk away from you. She'd get so depressed sometimes that I thought she might just shrivel up and die. It broke her heart."
I hung my head and looked down. "I didn't know." I took a breath. "I thought she was just another matron, except she didn't work there. She just visited once in a while." I started to realize that maybe I had hurt her and felt tears starting to well in my eyes. "I feel really stupid now. I used to get mad because I didn't like the presents sometimes. I must have really hurt her."
I think she knew you didn't understand, but that didn't make it any easier."
I feel kinda sick." I looked at the floor. I couldn't bear to look at her.
I looked at Shelly. "Mistress?" She nodded. "Can I... Can I go sleep with mother tonight? Please."
Shelly smiled. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to suggest it."
I walked slowly down the hall and knocked on mother's door.
Enter."
I opened the door. "Mommy, can I sleep with you tonight?" I had frequently referred to her as 'mother.' This was the first time I had ever called her 'mommy.'
Her face brightened and a huge smile came over it. "Nothing would make me happier." She motioned me to the bed. I climbed in and she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the forehead.
I love you mommy."
I felt her tears splashing onto my cheek. She squeezed me really hard. "I love you too Carlos. I love you too."
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The next morning I awoke abruptly at the sound of the alarm. I was still in my mother's arms. It felt nice. She rolled over and hit the alarm. Then she rolled back and kissed me on the forehead.
Good morning sleepyhead. Hurry up and make sure your sister's awake. We can't have her being late for school."
I stretched as I yawned, then rolled over swinging my feet onto the floor and rising to a sitting position.
When you've gotten her up get into the kitchen and make us some breakfast. Oatmeal would be nice. With some fresh fruit, maybe some berries."
Yes ma'am." I hopped up, stretched again and quickly moved towards the door, down the hall, and into my mistress' room.
I paused briefly to look at her. She seemed so peaceful it seemed a shame to bother her. But it had to be done. I just wasn't certain of how to go about it. I needed to get her up without getting her mad.
I sat on the bed next to her. "Good morning dear mistress," I said in a normal tone of voice. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Oh!" she yelped and jerked herself away. "Oh, it's only you. You startled me."
Sorry mistress, I didn't mean to. But it is time to get up and get ready for school. Mother wants me to make some oatmeal with berries, would you like some?"
Yes, I'll be about twenty minutes; just as soon as I've showered."
In the kitchen I quickly found the oats and got some water on to boil. There was a basket of fresh raspberries in the fridge and I took them out and rinsed them. I had noticed the coffee and coffee maker yesterday and decided that they may each want a cup with breakfast. I didn't know whether they'd want it, but I popped a couple slices of bread in the toaster and found some butter and some jam to go with it. Then I set the table, three settings this time.
Mother was the first to enter the kitchen. The coffee had just finished. "Morning ma'am, would you like some coffee while I finish your meal?" I carried the pot to the table along with the toast.
Thank you Carlos, check the front porch for the paper."
I poured the coffee and offered the milk and sugar that I had already placed on the table. Then I went for the paper.
I opened the front door and looked out. It looked like a nice crisp fall day. Not too cold, not too warm. I made a mental note to get light jackets for my mother and mistress. I returned with the paper and handed it to mother. Then I checked the oatmeal. It was done. I ladled some into a bowl, dropped in a few berries, then spooned on a touch of brown sugar and a few bits of butter.
I repeated the service for Shelly who watched intently as I went about my chore. She seemed satisfied with my work. This was my first time serving them breakfast. I'd offered yesterday, but they declined saying there wasn't time since I was going to school with Shelly and wouldn't have time to clean up. We just had cold cereal and I'd rinsed the dishes and placed them into the sink to be washed later.
Today was different. I was staying home to clean. Nothing major, just the vacuuming, dusting, and a quick sweep and mop of the kitchen in addition to the breakfast dishes.
******
My chores were complete well before noon. I double checked everything just to make sure, but it all looked good. I decided to go exploring. I'd been in most of the upstairs while cleaning; the kitchen, dining room, family room, and the guest bathroom. I had specific instructions not to clean the two bedrooms, but I did clean the attached bathrooms and my mother's office which was actually a third bedroom.
That left the basement. It was there that I discovered the laundry, a game room, and a storage room and utility closet. No one said a thing about whether I should clean it or not. I decided I would ask when mother returned home this evening. I might have taken the initiative and done it if it hadn't been for the storage room. It was full of junk. There was old furniture, crates of books and dishes, household decorations, and toys.
A puppy could spend hours playing in here,' I thought, 'and probably get into a considerable amount of trouble.' That's when I saw it. The 'it' was a drawing table and a box of art supplies.
I loved drawing and making pictures for the matrons back on the farm. We made them in our classes sometimes and giving them to the matrons always made them happy. Then it hit me. After all the presents my mother had brought me over the years, I had never given anything to her.
Suddenly I was ashamed. I didn't know why I never thought of it, but I hadn't. But I would. I smiled and looked through the box. There was a spiral bound drawing pad, several colored pencils, and crayons... everything a puppy could ask for.
I wasted no time and about three hours later, I was finished. I looked it over. It was perfect. She would have to like it. I knew it.
I went back upstairs to clean myself up so I would be presentable when my mistress returned. I was in the middle of my shower when it hit me. In my excitement, I'd forgotten to get permission to use the supplies.
I moped around the rest of the afternoon. How would I explain this to my mistress? I'd disappointed her again. What I'd done was the same as stealing. How could I give a stolen present to my mother?
Maybe I should just hide it, or throw it in the trash. NO!' I thought, 'I couldn't lie to her too. That would just make things worse. Maybe I could give it to her and she would like it so much she wouldn't punish me.' I shook my head and fought back a tear. 'No, the gift was meant to show her how much I loved her and appreciated everything she'd given me over the years. If I was going to give it to her, I would have to pay for it. It couldn't be stolen. But how was I going to pay for it? Puppies don't get money.' In fact, I'm not really sure what money is. They told us about it on the farm, but I'd never seen it before.
******
After dinner was over and I'd cleaned up the kitchen I walked into the family room to speak to my mother and my mistress.
Umm, excuse me, mistress." I was still a bit unsure of what to say.
The two women turned towards me.
I hung my head and took a breath. "I think I need to be punished." I said it quietly.
Shelly giggled. "Ohh?"
I... I stole something from you today."
Mother sat back and furrowed her brow.
Shelly sat up a little straighter. "You what?"
I..."
Shelly cut me off. "I heard you. What did you steal." She sounded angry.
I... I can't tell you."
What do you mean you can't tell me? You'd better tell me."
Just a moment, Shelly." Mother interrupted. "Explain yourself, son."
Well why don't you just go get whatever it is and give it back?"
I can't, ma'am. I mean, I will, but only after I've paid for what I've done."
I think you'll do it now." was Shelly's response.
I just shook my head.
Carlos, go get it. If you don't I'll punish you double for being insolent." Shelly rose to her feet.
I understand." I made no move to leave.
Just a moment, Shelly." Mother interrupted, "If we don't know what you stole, or why you stole it, how do we know what the punishment should be?"
I shrugged.
Then maybe you should tell us what the punishment should be." Shelly spoke up again.
I thought for a second. "Maybe ten stokes with a paddle; on my bare bottom, of course." I hoped they thought it would be severe enough. I probably should have said twenty.
Ten strokes? Carlos, I'm not going to whack you ten times if I don't know why I'm spanking you." Shelly looked at her mother.
Mother thought for a second, "Ok, Carlos, Shelly will spank you." She turned to her daughter, "Ok Shelly, five strokes for stealing and five for insolence." She looked back at me, "Then you go get whatever it is, and then Shelly can give you more if you deserve it."
I smiled sheepishly, still looking at the ground, and then nodded.
Shelly left to get a paddle and returned quickly. She motioned to the arm of the sofa. "Go ahead and lean over this. Oh, and remove your shorts."
I had spent most of the day naked while cleaning and working on my project. But I had put on the gym shorts and a thin vest to make myself presentable for dinner since I was to eat at the table.
I did as instructed.
Shelly proceeded to give me the first five smacks. They were hard. I concluded that she was good at spanking little puppies. The first had my eyes watering and by the fifth, the tears were falling freely. I shuddered to think there were five more. My butt was burning enough as it was.
By the end of the next five, I was screaming out in pain. But somehow I survived it. Shelly helped me up off the sofa, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and wiped away my tears.
Now go get whatever it is and bring it here."
I headed towards the basement where I had hidden the present that I had now paid for in the only way I knew how. As soon as I was out of sight, I began lightly rubbing my butt. Oh it hurt.
Still teary eyed after the punishment I returned with the present and handed it to Shelly. It was a book.
I stole the art supplies to make this present for you Mommy."
Shelly looked at me and handed it back. "Then give it to her."
On the cover of the book was a crude line drawing of a naked boy. Over the drawing was the title of the book 'The Little Puppy'. I handed it to my mother.
Thank you Carlos, but what made you think you needed to be spanked for this?"
Because I stole it." I raised my eyes to look at her. "I couldn't give you a present that was stolen. I had to pay for it."
When she turned the page she smiled a bit as she saw another drawing. This one was a matron holding a baby puppy in her arms. Under the drawing it said 'The puppy is born and his mother holds him.' I hoped she was happy, but she seemed awfully sad.
The next drawing was a teary-eyed mother handing the puppy to the head matron at the puppy farm. 'Then he gets taken away to live on the farm.' It looked like my mother was about to cry. This made me very sad. I had hoped she would like the book. Shelly was just staring blankly. I wanted to tell my mother that it was ok if she didn't like the book, but I wasn't sure I should speak.
She smiled just a little when she turned the page. On it were several drawings of a puppy at different ages. He was playing and studying. Underneath it said 'The puppy grows up and studies hard. He wants to be a good puppy.' I was feeling a little better now. My mother seemed pleased.
The next page was an illustration of the mother giving the puppy a present. It read, 'The mother visits and brings presents. Sometimes the puppy likes them and is happy.' Her smile grew a bit bigger. But I was afraid of what might happen when she looked at the next page.
It was a drawing of the mother. She was crying. The caption read 'The mother loves the puppy very much. The puppy hurt her feelings because sometimes he didn't like the presents.' Again her mood turned somber. I didn't think she would like this one. I knew I had disappointed her and I wanted her to know I knew. I was ashamed.
The next one was a little puppy lying naked on the ground. He was curled into a little ball. There was a girl standing over him with a stick in her hand. The caption read 'The mother brings the mistress and the puppy submits. It hurts a lot.' My mother and Shelly were both crying now. I was sad. I hoped the next one would cheer them up.
It showed the girl holding the puppy and caring for his wounds. It said 'The mistress fixed the puppy and the puppy is proud to have a good mistress.' Shelly got up and walked away. There were tears in her eyes and all down her face.
I grabbed a napkin from the holder on the table and went to her. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to upset you." I tried to wipe the tears away but turn moved away from me.
How can you even look at me after what I did? You must think I'm a horrible monster." She pulled further away as I tried to comfort her.
No, mistress, you did good. I was proud of you... I am proud of you." It was true. "You were fearless and strong. Then you were gentle and tender. You are everything any puppy could ever want."
I was fearless? What I did took no courage. It was heartless." She looked at me now, "You were the one who was fearless. You handed yourself to me knowing what was coming. You stood there, you didn't even flinch. You put your trust in me; and I abused you."
You did what you were supposed to do, Shelly." Our mother finally spoke. "And he did want he was supposed to do. You both did well and I'm proud of you both." She wrapped her arms around both of us and pulled us close. Shelly wiped away her tears. And I wiped away my own. I kissed her lightly on the cheek. She finally smiled.
I won't do it again. I promise."
No. You have to. If I deserve it, I mean." I couldn't have a mistress who was afraid to punish me. I was afraid.
Shelly looked at me, she must have realized what I was thinking. "I'll punish you when you need it, Carlos. But you'll never deserve that. Nothing you can do will make me think so." She glanced at the floor then looked into my eyes, "Besides, you are far too good a puppy to ever do anything to deserve that. I just know it."
I smiled sheepishly. I sighed wondering if I should put her to the test. Then I shook my head. I shouldn't even be thinking such a thing.
We returned to the kitchen table and our mother picked up the book. I trembled a little as I remembered the next page. I didn't want them to see it.
It was a picture of a puppy standing in a puddle of water. The caption said 'The puppy is frightened at school and embarrasses his mistress'. Shelly just closed her eyes. She was too emotionally drained to do more. Our mother took a deep breath too.
The next page was s drawing of the school principal and the mistress. 'The mistress learns when not to punish the puppy.' Shelly chuckled a bit at that. It was good to see her smile again.
The next page had the puppy curled up into his mistress lap. 'The mistress teaches the puppy that even puppies have mommies.' Shelly smiled proudly and I noticed another tear in my mother's eye even though she had a smile on her face.
The last page showed the puppy hugging his mommy. It read, 'The puppy loves his mommy very, very much.'
By this time everybody was crying and mommy had pulled both Shelly and me to her in a big family hug.
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