Rory's Sleepover
#6 of Rory
Rory's Sleepover
By : Panthera
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Rory padded home from school along the same streets he always did. He was being passed by all the other cubs and kits and pups on their way home though. The little tiger cub was walking slowly, head hung low, tail dragging along the ground behind him. He sighed as he walked along,
The black and orange striped tiger cub knew he was going to be in for it at home, but what he was more worried about was the next night.
Finally though, he made it back to his house, and opened the door quietly, trying to look brave.
"Well it's about time you got home. What took you so long?"
Rory froze in his tracks and turned towards the scolding voice of his mother. Her arms were folded in front of her chest, and from her sneer, and the way her tail was swishing back and forth, he could tell she was very upset. "Mm ... hi mommy .. " he sputtered out, softly.
She bent down and picked up the cub into her arms, cradling him against her as she carried him into the bathroom, "Hello son ... do you mind telling me just what you were thinking today?"
Rory frowned. "I ... I dunno mommy."
She nodded to him once, setting him down on his paws on the tiled floor. "Go ahead and undress cub. And do you have any idea where you learned those words you used?"
Rory shook his head as he started to slide down his pants.
"Did Tinsel teach them to you?"
Rory shook his head again, harder this time. "Nuh uh mommy ... his daddies would've punished him if he said them."
The tigress nodded. "Good. Your father and I will decide tonight if you can still sleep over there tomorrow night."
Rory nodded, at least momentarily relieved the idea wasn't completely out of the question. His shirt was on the floor now, and slowly, he started to push down his dry training pants too, sighing.
His mother turned on the water, but otherwise was quiet as she watched him. Only when the cub was completely in his bare fur, did she sit on the edge of their bathtub, and patted her lap. "Come and sit here son."
Rory had figured this was going to happen, but that didn't mean he liked it any better. He climbed onto her lap and relaxed against her warm chest. He watched quietly as she began to run a bar of soap under the water, then scrubbing it some, making a good lather build up on it.
She then got a towel and tied it around his neck, so it covered his body. "Open your muzzle."
Rory sighed, but obeyed her. A moment later, he was assaulted both with the taste and smell of a lot of soap in his muzzle. His mother slid her paw around his muzzle, and squeezed it down some, forcing him to bite into the soap.
The cub squirmed in her lap from the taste of it, making soft whines and whimpers as his tongue slid against the slick, yet foul tasting bar.
She spoke calmly, but kept her paw on his muzzle. "Son ... you know we don't accept use of those kinds of words in the house here, not even in jest. Did you think we'd allow them at school? Or directed at a teacher?"
Rory made a small shake of his head.
She continued, wrapping her other arm around the cub's chest to hold him still. "And I promise you that your teacher didn't like it either. I don't know why she didn't send you to the principal right away for that."
Rory found his movement greatly reduced now. He just sat there and listened to her lecture, shuddering from the taste of so many suds in his muzzle.
"Well I promise you cub, you are going to be punished for this here tonight."
He whined again, even if he wasn't surprised by that.
The two sat there for a good while longer, Rory fighting a needing to gag the whole while. His mother didn't move her paw any either, leaving the cub no choice but to swallow down a mouthful of suds now and then, hating the slimy feel they had going down his throat.
After what seemed like an eternity to the cub, hit mother let go of his muzzle and told him he could rinse his mouth out. He sat up and leaned over the sink, and coughing, started to run the water over his tongue and his mouth, swirling it some to get rid of such a yucky taste.
His mother set the soap back in the dish, and then used the towel to dry her paws off, then to clean up Rory's mouth. After that, she lifted him up again, hugging him as she padding into her bedroom. "Rory?"
"Yes mommy?"
"Do you want me to ever have to do that again?"
"Nuh uh! Not ever!"
She nodded, "Then don't use those kinds of words again son. We can get plenty of soap if we need to."
Rory frowned and shook his head, "You won't have to."
She sat down with him on her bed, nodding, "Good. Now son ... I mean to show you how seriously we both dislike naughty language like that. Your father will do his share when he gets home too. Go bring me one of the big wooden spoons from the bottom kitchen drawer son. And you had better hurry." She spoke so solemnly, he didn't dare to dawdle.
He got the spoon for her, whimpering as he brought it in, and set it softly in his mother's outstretched paw.
"Over my lap son."
Rory only mrewled as he climbed, face-down, across her lap. He slid his tail to his side, and didn't have to wait long. Within seconds, he felt the first stinging swat of the back of the spoon, burning a bright spot of pain on his hind end. He barely had time to whine about that one though, before another swat came down, in a different spot.
The cub jerked against his mother's lap, only to be held down by her free paw. She continued to swat his rear with the wooden spoon, roaming slowly over his rump, delivering stinging slaps and thwaps all over his rear.
It only took around ten smack for the cub to be loudly whining and whimpering, and another ten after that before he was fully crying, warm tears running down his face, through the corners of his clenched eyes, as he cried.
His mother continued on though, determined to make sure he never forgot this lesson. Even as he cried, she continued to swat his rump, turning the skin below his fur there from shades of pink, to crimson, and finally to very dark, deep shades of red.
Rory could only lay there and take it, crying pretty freely now, even kicking his legs some from the pain, though he didn't mean to.
Finally, she stopped. The spoon was set aside, and she lifted him up, hugging him to her chest.
The tiger cub still cried, but hugged around his mother's neck, snuggling to her warm fur, crying into it. She hugged him in return, holding him and purrrring as she did so. Slowly, Rory calmed again. He actually fell asleep against her chest like that.
* * * * * * * *
He woke up, groggily, and in a good bit of pain still. As he looked around, he whined softly, realizing he was on his side, and on the couch in the living room. He could see his mother cooking dinner in the kitchen though. "Mommy?"
"Yes son?" she called back softly.
"Mmm ... how long 'til we eating?"
"We'll eat when your father gets home. It should only be a few minutes now."
"Can I get up mommy?"
She looked to him from the kitchen, "Where do you need to go?"
"Potty mommy."
She chuckled a bit, nodding, "You go use the potty then son, but then come right back in here.
Rory nodded, finding he had a suddenly very strong urge to use the toilet. He padded in quietly though, did his business, washed up, and came back to his mother.
She smiled. "Good boy. Now in the corner son, paws on your head."
Rory frowned, but moved into the corner, standing as he was instructed to.
She continued cooking, keeping an eye on him. It was only a short time before Rory could hear the car pulling up in the driveway. "Stay there son." His mother said as she walked out to meet his father at the door.
Rory heard their usual laugh, and a few affectionate licks, then heard more, quieter talking. They came into the kitchen together. Rory still was in the corner, with his paws up on his head.
His mother went back over to the counter, finishing up dinner, and he heard his father approaching behind him. "Hey son." He said in his deep, but at least happy sounding, voice.
"Hi daddy. Can I turn around now?"
"Yes son."
Rory turned, to see his father kneeling there in front of him. He pulled the cub close, hugging him tightly. Rory smiled and nuzzled against him.
"I was talking to your mother about today son."
Rory nodded some, watching his father now as he stayed snuggled to him.
"And I am very disappointed. But your rear still looks a bit rosy ... " he accentuated that with a good paw smack to his son's rear, getting a yelp from the cub. "So we'll take care of the rest of your punishment before bedtime tonight, alright?"
Rory nodded, sniffing a bit.
His father hugged him again, tightly, "Good. Now grab a seat ... and no pillow son."
Rory nodded again and climbed up onto one of the wooden chairs, whimpering as he sat on his still stinging hind end.
Dinner was good, and everyone was talking and laughing as usual. Both his parents could obviously see the cub squirm on the seat, but neither of them said anything about it.
After dinner, Rory was sent off to play in his room, but he could hear his parents talking in the other room. Still trying to stay on their good side, he kept his play quiet.
* * * * * * * *
A couple of hours later, his father came into his room. "Son?"
Rory looked up from his toy cars. "Daddy?"
"Pick up your toys son. It's almost bedtime."
Rory nodded, and gathered his toys up, putting everything away neatly. As he did so, his father talked to him, his voice as deep as ever, but not angry sounding. "Your mother and I were talking about tomorrow night."
"Uh huh?" he asked as he set something back in his toy chest.
"We are going to tell Tinsel's parents that if you act up, they have every right to punish you the same as they'd punish Tinsel, understand?"
Rory nodded to him.
"But so long as you don't get in any trouble between now and tomorrow night, we think you can spend the night."
Rory smiled, now finished with his clean up. "Thank you daddy!"
The tiger smiled, "You're welcome son. And if you do get punished there son ... you'll get another spanking back here at home."
Rory nodded, moving over to his bed. "OK daddy."
"Good. You have five minutes to get ready then son. But go ahead and use the potty now, because you're going right to bed after I diaper you."
Rory nodded quietly and trotted off to the bathroom. His father went to relax in his own bedroom for a few minutes. He didn't like having to wear diapers overnight, but he knew having to change the bedsheets every morning didn't make his parents happy either.
He finished up and cleaned off, and went back into his room. As he had so many times before, he climbed up over the edge of the foot of the bed and laid there, with his tail off to one side, a pillow below his belly to push his rear up a little bit more.
And then he had to wait.
Rory knew it was only going to be a couple of minutes, but it still seemed to take forever and a day to him.
"Son."
Rory whined a little, but did not look back. "Yes daddy?"
"You know why I have to do this, right?"
"Because of using bad words at school."
"That's right. There's one other thing son."
"Whatzzat?"
"At school tomorrow, you are going to apologize to your teacher. Understand?"
The cub nodded quietly.
"Good."
Rory heard a pop as his father snapped his leather belt against itself. Already, the tiger cub was whimpering, knowing what was about to come.
And not even two seconds later, he got it. The first low of the belt was enough to make him cry out, sniffling and whimpering against the bed as the burn from that swat of the belt stung itself deep down inside of his tender bottom.
The second and third smackings of the belt seemed to blend into one extended stroke of the belt across his backside.
The fourth came lower, and came close to smacking the tops of Rory's thighs. He cried out again with this one, though he just kept crying as he had been.
Number five slashed across him at an angle, and the sixth one made an 'X' shape across it.
Rory only lied there, bawling now, crying out loudly, tears wetting the bed at either side of his face. Numbers eight and nine also blurred into one for the cub, just feeling them like one very strong and long smack of the belt.
His father made sure this lesson would last. The tenth, and final swat, came down low, and this time it did smack the tops of his thighs, and hard.
Rory jerked against the bed with this last one, and made a cubbish growling roar out at that pain. His father set the belt down and laid down along his son's side.
The cub huddled against his father's strong chest, sniffling and crying openly as his father hugged him. "There now son ... " he said deeply, but reassuringly, "... it's all over cub."
Rory continued to cry and snuggled to his father, finding reassurance, both from his father's purrrring, and from his hug, that he was still loved. His father let him cry for a bit more, waiting until he was more or less calmed down before making him get up.
"One last thing cub. Go and bring me one of your diapers."
Rory brought one back obediently, and his father began to unfold it. "Daddy?"
"Yes my son?"
"Am I gonna have to wear a diaper tomorrow night?"
"Yes you are son. I'm sure one of Tinsel's fathers knows how to diaper a cub."
Rory nodded, blushing as he began to lay down, making a soft whine as his sore bottom met the diaper's material.
His father smiled, "And if Tinsel makes fun, you tell his parents, ok?"
Rory nodded a bit more, still whining softly as he got diapered.
"There now son." His father hugged him again, "Time for bed son."
Rory nodded and curled up, on his front, as his father pulled a blanket over him. He was asleep before his father had even turned out the light.
* * * * * * * *
The next day went smoothly for Rory. He stayed out of trouble, purposely being extra good, and other than a few laughs from some cubs when he apologized to his teacher, had a very nice day.
He got home, and told his parents of everything, so as they had said, he was allowed to spend the night with his friend, Tinsel.
Rory had told Tinsel about everything, and not only did Tinsel help to keep trouble away from Rory, he also didn't even laugh about it, just smiled some.
That evening, Tinsel and one of his fathers came over to pick up Rory.
Rory answered the door when he saw them pull up. He ushered them inside quickly, and smiled. His father had them both go back to get his suitcase, though Rory could have handled it alone.
When the two cubs, a tiger cub and a cheetah cub, came back out, the two fathers, one a tiger, and one a large lion, were talking and chuckling a bit.
"Everything ok?" Tinsel asked.
"Yes son," answered the lion. "You ready Rory?"
Both cubs nodded, and with a final hug to his father, Rory followed the others outside. The car ride home was going smoothly, with a lot of giggles between the two cubs. The lion smiled as he drove.
They weren't quite to Tinsel's house when the lion spoke. "Rory?"
"Yeah?"
"Your father told me about you needing to wear diapers overnight."
The tiger cub felt his ears blushing, but he nodded. "Umm .. yeah." He noticed Tinsel wasn't laughing, just watching now.
The lion smiled, "Don't be shy about it. Tinsel still needs one too, and I used to wear one until I was in high school."
Rory grinned some, "Yeah?"
The father and son nodded, both smiling.
Rory smiled and snuggled against Tinsel a bit more, and the two cubs started planning their night out, giggling all the while.
They arrived at the house a few more minutes later, and Rory could already smell hamburgers grilling in the backyard. They put his bag in Tinsel's bedroom, and then headed to the backyard.
Tinsel's other father, also a cheetah, was there, grilling. "Hidey ho there Rory!"
Rory smiled, noticing how thin the cheetah looked when the lion hugged him. "Hiya!"
Both cubs sat down on the wooden bench on one side of the table. Rory felt a hint of pain still, but not so bad that he could not just sit and take it.
The cubs smiled, and all four of them ate dinner happily, laughing and telling jokes while they ate. They were both feeling stuffed after two burgers each, so with an admonition to not get into anything, they went back inside, and into Tinsel's bedroom, and started playing.
They were playing with Tinsel's cars, and then with a game, and after playing two games (they each won once), the cheetah cub leaned over and whispered to Rory. "Rory?"
Rory smiled, "Yeah?"
Tinsel grinned, "Gonna pin you!"
Before Rory could respond, the cheetah cub had already pounced onto him, trying to get his back to the ground. Rory figured it out quickly though, and grinned, starting to wrestle back with Tinsel.
The two cubs rolled back and forth on the ground, scattering cars and game pieces everywhere, giggling as they wrestled around with each other.
They heard the door open, and looked up, though Rory saw the lion upside-down from is position under Tinsel.
The lion looked around and made an amused sounding sigh. "You two cubs ... it's bedtime soon. Finish up, then get this room cleaned back up, ok?"
They both nodded and he closed the door. Before Tinsel could turn back to him, Rory pushed at him, and then leaped at him, giggling.
Tinsel rowled at him, then giggled and pushed back. Both cubs pushed and scrambled, wen Rory suddenly felt his back pushing again a table leg. He looked up, and frowned. "Tinsel ... "
He tried to warn his friend, but it was too late. Before he realized what was happening, Tinsel had pushed Rory again, hard enough to push the table over, sending the table onto its side, as well as the pictures that were there, and the small lamp there as well.
Someone downstairs must have heard the crash, because a moment later, both large felines were standing at the open door, neither of them looking too pleased.
It was the lion who spoke up first though, while the cheetah began to pick up everything that had fallen. There was a definite growl behind his voice as he spoke, and Rory felt a twinge of fear from it. "Didn't we tell you two not to get into anything?"
Both cubs nodded shamefully.
"Well ... other than the table, nothing's broken here thankfully." The cheetah spoke up. He set the things up on the floor, and walked out, carrying the table. "I think I know two cubs who are going to sleep with burning bottoms."
Rory whined. Tinsel whimpered. The lion only nodded, and closed the door behind the cheetah.
"You two ... both of you clean up this room, and then get undressed." The lion leaned against the door, and folded his arms over his chest, watching them.
Rory watched him a moment, fascinated by is mane for a few seconds, then got to work on cleaning up the game, since Tinsel was cleaning up cars.
Neither of them were in good spirits now, but they both worked quickly anyway.
When they'd finished, the lion nodded to them, still standing solidly in front of the door. "Both of you strip. We'll diaper you after this is over."
Rory did not relish the idea of being spanked before bed for a second night in a row, but he kept quiet about that. Soon, both cubs were undressed, not really feeling embarrassed by being like this, since clothes were only required by law for cubs, and lots of adults preferred to be nude.
"Tinsel ... I think you should be first, to show Rory how we do this here."
Tinsel frowned, and padded over to his bed. "Yes daddy."
"Rory, you go stand in the corner and watch."
Rory did as he was told, watching curiously.
The cheetah cub climbed onto his bed, and then got on all four paws, holding his tail up high. "Daddy ... I was a bad cub tonight for not being careful when I was wrestling Rory. Can you spank me please daddy?"
The lion padded towards him slowly. "And just how should I spank you son?"
Tinsel gulped. "Please daddy ... spank me really hard with your paw ... until I'm crying lots."
The lion nodded. "Very well son. Hold still."
The cheetah cub readied himself, and the lion started, smacking his paw down with a loud WHUMP! sound on the cub's backside.
Tinsel made a whine, but stays almost as still as a statue. Statues don't cry though. Tinsel was.
His father continued though, waiting a few seconds between each swat, but making each one count. Tinsel would jump and cry out with each swat, but he stayed as he was, sniffling and sobbing though.
Rory noticed, with even more fear, how large the lion's paw was compared to his friend's rear. Rory knew he wasn't much bigger than his friend either.
Rory counted twenty swats of the paw before the lion stopped. "Go stand in the corner son. Paws on your head. Tail up. And no rubbing."
Tinsel whined and scampered to a corner, assuming the position he was ordered into.
He stood there, crying with his rear on display, and the lion turned to Rory. "Up on the bed cub. You have something to say."
Rory frowned, but climbed up onto all four paws on the bed. "Uhhm ... I know I was bad, when Tinsel and me were wrestling .. we should have been careful ... and I'm sorry?"
The lion nodded, "So what do you need then cub?"
"A ... a real hard spanking ... as bad as Tinsel got .. "
"How long Rory?"
"Until you make me cry like Tinsel is?"
The lion nodded again. "Good. Now hold still Rory. If you move too much, I will make it longer."
Rory whined and nodded. He felt the paw swat his rear, and hard. Almost instantly, a fresh burst of pain exploded from his hind end.
Before he could really cry though, the second landed, taking his breath away. The third shook his body, but by the fourth, he gasped for air again, and suddenly screamed out, crying out loudly.
The lion only continued, calmly, swatting his backside hard again and again.
Rory tried to keep count, but lost track before he was at ten. He guessed he got about twenty though from how long the spanking lasted.
When the lion finally stopped, he spoke again, "OK now Rory. Into the corner, tail up, paws on your head, and no rubbing."
Rory quickly went to the other corner and stood there as directed. He was crying pretty freely, but noticed Tinsel was starting to calm down, but staying in the corner.
"I'll be back in just a few minutes. If I hear any talking, or if either of you move, you'll both get another touch of my paw."
Both cubs nodded, and kept silent, with their nose buried in the corner.
A couple of minutes later, the lion returned. "Both of you come here now."
Both cubs walked to the lion, and Rory was surprised to suddenly get a big hug from him. Tinsel seemed relieved to get it though, and soon, all were purrrring.
"Now then you two, how about we diaper your butts for bed?" he said, sounding as friendly as ever.
Both smiled and nodded. Tinsel got diapered first, and Rory got a few good looks at how red his rear really was. Then it was Rory's turn, and he suspected Tinsel got a peek at him too.
Both cubs were laid in bed, on their backs, making each one whine in turn. They were covered up in a warm, thick blanket, and the two cubs began to snuggle to each other.
"Rory?" whispered Tinsel.
"Yeah?" he whispered back.
"You gonna be in trouble if your parents find out about this?"
Rory very softly whined, but nodded, sadly, only now realizing it. "Yeah."
"My dad won't say anything."
"Either of them?" whispered the tiger cub.
"Nuh uh, but I might."
Rory could feel Tinsel squirming against him in the dark. "But you know they's gonna spank me!" he protested in whispers.
"They won't if I don't say anything." Tinsel was grinning.
"Then don't say anything Tinsel."
"Then I want you to do something for me."
Rory sighed a little "What?"
"You got to lick my paw clean."
Rory blinked some, "Sure."
Tinsel moved his paw up, squirming some more, and then Rory smelled it. "Eww .. you peed on it Tinsel .. "
Tinsel only grinned. "Yeah. And if you don't want another spanking from your dad, you'll do it."
Rory frowned. "Meanie." Seeing as he had no choice really, he started to lcik at the paw. He did wrinkle his muzzle from the smell of it, but he did admit to himself that he didn't absolutely hate the flavor of it.
Tinsel grinned, dipping his paw back into his diaper. "More Rory."
Rory opened his muzzle up, blushing in the dark. Again the wet paw slipped over his tongue, and Rory again wrinkled his nose, but kind of secretly liked it.
Tinsel laughed a little, then kissed Rory's cheek. "Night friend."
Rory smiled. "Night friend."
* * * * * * * *
The next morning, both cubs were cleaned off, and fed breakfast before the lion took them both back to Rory's house to drop off Rory.
All three went inside, smiling. Rory's father was there to greet them.
"So how did it go? Everyone behave themselves?"
The lion chuckled, "Yeah, they were a couple of darlings. Rory should come over more often."
Both the cubs smiled.
"So you think you two would like to have sleepovers again?"
"Yeah daddy!" answered Rory.
"Uh huh!" said Tinsel.
"Well then maybe in a couple of weeks they can do this again, if it's alright with your fathers Tinsel."
"I don't see a problem with it." answered the lion.
Both cubs grinned.
THE END