The Pet Store…A “Little One” Story (M/f, ageplay)

I think the time that I got into the worst trouble was the time at the pet store. Thinking back on it now, I remember that Daddy had been so angry. I had needed to go there to buy rabbit food for my pet, bunny. His name was “Puppy”. I know you must think that’s a silly name for a rabbit, but I loved it. Puppybunny. It just worked so well.

Anyway, when Daddy had gotten home from work, I told him I needed the supplies and he took me right to the car. I had been very responsible up to then with my constant taking care of the rabbit. I think Daddy had been surprised.

So this is what happened. We arrived at the store and went immediately to the rabbit supply section. Daddy had told me in the parking lot to stay by him and to behave myself. And I meant to; I really did.

Daddy picked up a large bag and said, “Here we are. This is a good-sized bag. Let’s take it to the checkout, okay?”

I looked around then and saw something. “Wait, Daddy, can I go look at the puppies. Please?”

Daddy seemed to think it over. “Well, a brief look, but we are *not* buying a puppy today, understand?”

I smiled and said, “I know, Daddy. I already have my ‘puppy’.” I ran over to look at the various dogs that were locked up in the small cages. “Oh, look at that one; it's so cute.” I was pointing to one of those Taco Bell doggies; I think they call them choowawas.

Daddy nodded and said, “Yes, he is pretty cute. Just like you.” Then Daddy tickled me lightly under my chin. That made me giggle.

“You’re silly, Daddy.” I loved when Daddy was affectionate towards me. It always made me feel so special.

I walked around and looked at more dogs. “Oh, and look at that one. The bagel.”

Daddy laughed and corrected me. “It’s called a beagle, little one.”

“He looks so sad, Daddy; he's in that little cage, and he's all smushed,” I cried. They really did look squashed in there and I felt so bad for him. It got me thinking.

But Daddy said, “Don't worry, he is all right. The people here take good care of their animals or we wouldn't come here.”

I think about it. “Yeah, but he looks sad.” I went closer to him then and looked up at you.

“Beagles always look sad,” Daddy explained. “It is how they are made. It doesn't mean that they really are unhappy, you know.”

But I didn’t know. “Can I pet him, Daddy?”

“No, no petting, little one, that is the rule here. He pointed to a sign that indeed said, “NO PETTING!”

I stomped my foot. I didn’t care what the sign said. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Please, Daddy!” I cried.

Daddy took me by the arm and led me to the counter. “Little one, I said no. And if you can't behave nicely, it is time for us to go home.”

I watched as Daddy paid for the rabbit food. He told me to stand there nicely, but my mind kept going to the dogs’ cages. I just couldn’t stand it. Those dogs were smushed and they were sad, and I was going to help them.

Before Daddy knew it, for his back was turned, I went back over to the dog’s cages and started lifting the latches. After I had opened several of the dogs’ cages, I saw the manager. He was yelling and running around. Then several of the pet store employees started running trying to catch dogs.

I was smiling as I watched all the happy puppies running free. The employees looked exasperated as they tried to chase and hold down each dog. Daddy caught up with me then.

“Samantha Karen. Come here this instant!” he shouted. Then he turned to the manager and apologized for what I did. I don’t know why he did that, though, cuz I wasn’t sorry.

I looked up at Daddy but didn’t move.

Daddy came over to me then and took me by the wrist. He turned me around quickly and gave me a hard {smack} on my rear. Then he dragged me out to the car.

I shrieked. “OW, Daddy. But Daddy, they're happy now.”

Daddy was angry; I could tell by the sound of his voice. “No, they are confused, not knowing their own places. And you are going to be very sorry when I get you home, young lady.”

“But why, Daddy?” I was so sure that what I had done had helped the dogs. I couldn’t understand why Daddy was so mad.

Daddy had lost all patience with me. He turned to look at me, in the car. He said, “Because I told you not to pet or play with the animals and to stay with me, and you disobeyed and caused the store a big problem.” He paused. “Also, you didn't come to me when I told you to.”

I didn’t know what to say, so all I said, was, “oh.” We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then I said, “I'm sorry, Daddy. But the doggies looked so sad. I thought I was doing them a favor.”

Daddy answered, “Well next time, ask about that kind of favor, and don't do it without permission from a grown-up or me. You are in big trouble, young lady.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, slowly accepting my fate. I was thinking to myself that if I had asked for permission to open the cages, I wouldn’t have been allowed. And even if I got the worst spanking ever, at least those doggies had been happy for a few short minutes.

We got home and Daddy led me straight up to my bedroom. I had no idea what happened to the giant bag of rabbit food. And I knew better than to ask at that moment. I knew what Daddy was planning to do and I must say, I didn’t like it one bit.

I tried stalling and pleading. “No, Daddy, please don't spank me. I'm sorry.”

Daddy shook his head at me. “You know that ‘I'm sorry’ isn't good enough after you've acted naughty to get you out of a punishment that you have coming. And you have a hard spanking coming right now, young lady.”

I looked down and said, “Yes, sir.”

“Do you understand what you did wrong, Samantha Karen?” Daddy asked me. Daddy was always good about making sure I understood why I was being punished.

I really didn’t, and even though it was probably not in my best interest to admit it to him then, I did. “No, Daddy. I just thought I was making the doggies happy.”

Daddy looked at me then and saw that I was sincere. He sat me down then and tried to explain it to me. “Well, when the doggies got out, they went all over the store and made a big mess. The store can only take care of the doggies in their cages, so they had to take time and trouble to get them back there.” He paused in his explanation and looked at me. “Now do you understand?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, Daddy. I sorry.” I looked up at him and realized that he was still frowning.

Daddy sighed. “All right, now I am going to spank you, to help you remember.”

He stood me up then and pulled down my pants and panties. I was already feeling pretty bad by then, but it didn’t matter to Daddy. I had to be punished. I started to whimper, as he pulled me over his lap.

Daddy picked up the hairbrush, which was sitting on my night table. Hmmm, that always seemed to be so handy. He raised his hand and brought that thing down on my bare heinie.

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

I started to cry immediately. “OW, Daddddddy!”

{Whack!} “You will not {Whack!} play with things {Whack!} in a store {Whack!} without permission.” {Whack!}

That seemed like an understatement, but I got his drift. I was focusing more on the burning in my rear, anyway.

“OWW, okay, Dadddddy!” I yelled.

Daddy continued, {Whack!} “And when I tell you {Whack!} to come to me, {Whack!} you will obey {Whack!} right away. {Whack!} Is that clear, {Whack!} young lady?” {Whack!}

“Owwwww, yes, Daddy.” I was crying hard at that point.

But the spanking just went on. It had seemed at the time that it would never end. {Whack!} “When I tell you {Whack!} to stay with me, {Whack!} you will not {Whack!} wander off.” {Whack!}

“All right, Daddy, I won't. Please stop, I sorry,” I cried.

I knew Daddy was slowing down. But he always had to give me those final smacks before he said the magic words.

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

“All right, your spanking is over, little one,” Daddy said and then added, “But no dessert for you tonight.”

I was too sore to question why I wouldn’t get dessert for letting the dogs out. I just stood up and rubbed my bottom. Quietly I sobbed, “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy pulled me to him and hugged me reassuringly. “There, there, I forgive you, little one. Daddy still loves you. I will always love you.”

I hugged Daddy tight and cried against his chest. “I love you, too, Daddy.

I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.”

Daddy held me tight and rubbed my back and my bottom. “That's all right; you've been punished, so it is over. But try to listen better another time, all right?”

“Sure, Daddy, another time, I will, definitely,” I said, meaning it at the time, like I always did.

Daddy hugged and cuddled me until I calmed down. Then he told me to go play. I wanted to find the bag of rabbit food and make sure Puppybunny was okay before I did, though.

As I ran downstairs, all I could do was smile and think about lots of puppies running around happily. I knew I would have sweet dreams that night.

The end.