Troublemakers Turned Submissive

Chapter 8 Goodnight Kitten

Helen's pic up top. Also, Devon's POV is coming up next chapter.

Chapter 8 Goodnight Kitten

Sean's POV

After his punishment I bought Devon back to his room, dressed in a pair of pants. He clung to me the entire time i carried him there. It was to be expected that this would be an emotional experience for him, it was his first punishment after all. Some subs even experience a sub drop after their first scene or punishment.

No one else was in the room when I walked in. I tried to lay him down on his bed but he wasn't having it, his warm body clung to me harder and snuggled his face deeper into the crook of my neck. I won't let it be said that I don't give proper aftercare, so I lay down on the bed with Devon in my arms and continue petting him. I kept on telling him how good he was today, until he fell asleep.

I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and called Helen, it rang for a few seconds before she answered "yes Sean?"

"I was wondering if you could bring up some snacks for Devon to eat when he wakes up?"

"Of course, I'll bring up some fruit, and a water bottle. But you better tell me the story behind this, when I get upstairs" she warned.

"Let's just say I hit two birds with one stone" I chuckled.

"Ahead of the game I see. I'll be up there in a moment" she said, before disconnecting.

She opened the door and saw Devon cuddling up to me. Walking inside she set the food on his nightstand. "What happened?" She asks with her eyes narrowed and her hands on her hips.

"He broke rule 6, so I punished him. Oh and I also punished Talon for what he did earlier."

"You punished both of them?" She asked.

"Yes."

"What about Talons aftercare? Did you just leave him, to tend to Devon?" Helen's eyes flared as she questioned me.

"No. You know I wouldn't do that" I frowned "I took care of Talon before I found Devon with his pants around his ankles, and cum stained jeans" I told her, defensively.

She instantly relaxed. Well as much as a hard-ass like Helen can relax. She always gets so worried over the subs, even though most of the time it's not evident. I swear if it wasn't for her girlfriend she would never take a breather. They make such a odd pair but somehow it works. That reminds me.

"So Helen, how's the sub search going?" I ask, as I feel Devon snuggle closer to me. I rub his bare back as he pushes his face closer to my chest. "We're still searching" she says with a stone cold face, though I can see a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sure you two will find the perfect sub soon" I reassure her. "Thanks" she says.

"Hey who knows, maybe you's will find one here" I sympathize. "New troublemaker are coming and leaving every few month practically, if you can find a sub anywhere it's here" I continue. Her face softens as she says "thanks for trying to cheer me up, Sean. Your a good friend."

"No problem." ACHOO! I look over only to see Devon sniffling. "Fuck" I curse. I put my hand on his forehead, it's on fire. "He's burning up" I tell Helen. Instantly her serious face returns. "I'll get a washcloth, and call the others. You tuck him into bed, and make sure he eats something" She says sternly. She hurries out of the room with her phone in her hands. Probably texting the others on her way to the bathroom.

I sit him up as I pet his head gently "hey baby, I know your feeling icky, but do you think you could eat a little for me?" I coo. He shakes his head. I frown but continue trying to comfort him, I rub his back in little circles "please just three pieces of fruit? I'm sure you can do it" I say. He looks at me for a second before saying in a quiet whisper "ok" I could barely hear him but I understood what he said. I grabbed the tray of fruit off of his nightstand and set it on his lap. He picked up a piece of strawberry and started to nibble on it. I smile at him, as he manages to eat 5 pieces of fruit before pushing the tray away.

I tuck him into bed as Helen comes in with the others. Their calculating eyes worriedly asses him. "How's he doing" Reagan asks.

"I managed to get him to eat something, but he's not doing so hot otherwise. I think he has the flu"

"You look like shit" Neco says "go get some sleep, we'll take care of him." I open my mouth, getting ready to deny that notion, but instead a long yawn came out. "Get out of here" Neco scolded. I finally just nodded my head and started to walk towards my room. Halfway there I realize I forgot to clean up the toys after Devon's punishment. I change direction so I'm heading towards my office.

I'll sleep afterwards. I walk into my office and see Talon still kneeling beside my chair. My eyes open wide "Talon have you been waiting here this whole time?" I ask.

"Yes master" he replied.

I walk over to Talon and sat down on my chair before gripping his hair gently and leading his head to rest on my inner thigh. He arches into my touch as I pet him, relaxing his body as he leans his weight on me. He closes his eyes and his mind seems to drift somewhere else, as he lays limply against my leg. I listen to the sound of his quite breathing as my eyes fight to stay open themselves.

Neco was right, I really need some sleep. I finally put my finger under Talons chin and raise his head so he is facing towards me. His eyes flutter open sleepily, "hey kitten" I smile "do you want to continue this in my bed? I think we could both use the sleep."

"Yes master" he hums.

"Just wait a moment while i clean up this mess" I say. I clean everything up then I smile down at him and stand up well at the same time picking him up from underneath his armpits. He giggled a little, but let me. I rested my hands on his bare bottom so he didn't fall, as he wrapped his arms around my neck. I locked my office door before we walked towards my bedroom.

We collapsed on the bed together as soon as we entered my room. I layed on my back with a sigh, then I felt something warm press against my lips and start to move. Talon was giving me little pecks on the lips, in between kisses he asked "master can we fuck?" In the cute little kitten voice he always used to get his way. "No kitten" I mumble. "Why?" He whines, tiredly. "You couldn't walk to my room, let alone take the kind of fucking I give. Sorry my little kitty, maybe another night." He makes a grumbling noise, but doesn't press the subject anymore. He turns away so his back is to me, but I just pull a blanket over him and I spoon him until We both fall asleep.

Goodnight Kitten.