"are these necessary?" You ask being strapping in. "Just there to keep you from getting hurt during the process. I can loosen them a little if they are too tight." Shaking your head you reply no. Once you are secured you watch me walk back to the lab table. Silently I pull a a gray liquid from the graduated cylinder at the end of the table. "Now, open up and don't dribble any out." Slowly, I tip the liquid in to your mouth. Thicker than you expected, creamy with a taste of almonds. Butterflies in your stomach, you sit expectantly.

It's a brisk block walk from the bus stop to the address you were given. As much as it is your dream, you were surprised how many others responded to the post. Not as surprised as being picked. You see the address. Your heart pounds. Kitten for a day. You can't believe it. Passing by the mailbox, you see a pair of pink balloons tied to the post. "New Kitten Homecoming" they say. You nervously chuckle to yourself, and hope no one sees you burning as pink as the balloons. Walking to the door, you knock and wait for an answer.

"Pet!" You hear me call for you from the bedroom. Springing up, you quickly bounce down the hallway. You try to hide your smile as you sit at my feet. You already know why I was calling for you. The bed is still in disarray. Again. Your mind wanders while you think about what 'punishment' will be forthcoming for this infraction. It's been oh so long since you had a spanking. Seeing me sit on the bed, you crawl across my lap. Smack! "I really hope that this time you remember your job pet." Smack!