Heal My Heart

T w e n t y - F o u r : P u p p y

A/N: One last update until my next day off. 😩 Comment & Vote.
Pic: Larry (hella adorbs guys 😍👌)

I shook Scott eagerly.

It was Sunday--the day we went grocery shopping. Really it was just Scott buying food but on the aisle after the grapes there were all kinds of stuffies looking for a home! So far every time we went Scott let me pick out one.

I wanted the alligator today because he was always there when I came. No one wanted him. I knew how bad it felt so I wanted to have him. So he'd have someone. "I'm getting up," Scott muttered into the pillow. "Just lay down with me for a few more minutes alright?"

Scott sounded awfully tired so I hopped into bed, wincing as I accidentally kneed him in the back. "Ow! Puppy, couldn't you have gone around?"

"Yes but that wouldn't be as much fun!"

Scott just grunted and was soon sleeping again. I looked out the window anxiously. The sky was pink. It was morning. "Scott," I whined, shaking him. "We have to go."

"Go where?" He asked the pillow.

"To the food store!"

Scott moaned. "I don't need anything this week."

I frowned. "But we have to go! I things!"

"You're oatmeal is still half full Puppy."

"No. We have to get my toy."

Scott lifted his head. He looked really tired. "What toy?"

"The toy I always get when we go!"

Scott groaned. "We're not going to the grocery store to get a toy. It's my one day to sleep in Puppy. I'd like to at least sleep until six thirty. Go watch some TV alright?"

I frowned. Scott always got up when I woke him up. "But my food!"

"You can wait."

I thought about it. "I'm hungry."

Scott gave me an angry look. "I don't like how you're acting Puppy. I gave you directions. Follow them."

He put his head under the pillow. I crossed my arms. "I don't like how you're acting Scott." I countered.

Scott just ignored me. I began to get upset. Scott wanted to sleep forever while I sat alone and starved. "You're being mean."

Nothing.

"Scott."

Still nothing.

"Ssssscccccooooottttt!"

"Oh my God what?" He snarled looking angrily at me.

I looked down at my fingers. "Is it time to go yet?"

"Get out of my room Puppy," he said angrily. "It's too early for your bullshit."

My eyes narrowed. "It's too early for your bullshit."

He shot up and I squeaked trying to slid off the bed. Scott caught my wrists however and pulled me toward him, ignoring my whines of pain. He gripped my face. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again. Apologize."

"No! You're being mean and you won't feed me and just want to sleep all day long."

"My life does not revolve around you all the time Puppy," he growled. I tried to squirm free. "If you pull away again I'm going to punish you."

I tried to flop to the bed, going completely limp. I was so frustrated but my head wasn't making words. All I could do was whine to tell him I wasn't happy. Scott didn't understand of course.

"Stop acting like a toddler Puppy!" He shouted. He pulled me over his lap and began to spank me hard.

I whimpered and begged him to stop. "No. If you want to throw a fit like a child you'll be punished like one."

He stopped after what felt like forever and I just laid there sobbing as my butt burned and ached. "Go stand in the corner until I tell you to come out." He barked.

I got up slowly. "Yes Master."

***

Scott came back in the room after a long while.

"Turn around."

I did so, keeping my eyes on my feet. "Look at me."

I hesitantly let his eyes. "Tell me what was going on this morning."

Cheddar Cheese mewed as he entered the room. "Cheddar!" I cried excitedly.

"Puppy focus."

"But the car's hungry too Scott!" I said angrily. "You can't spank and starve him too!"

Scott looked angrier than I'd ever seen him. "Do you think you can be this disrespectful Puppy? You're my submissive. You do exactly as I tell you when I tell you."

"You're being mean to me!"

Scott shook me. "Just stop and listen. You're being a bad boy--is that what you were trying to accomplish?"

My insides froze. Bad? I wasn't being bad was I? Scott was being bad. He wouldn't go to the store or wake up and or feed me. I felt tears fill my eyes. "You hate me don't you?" I whimpered. "You want me to be sad and hurt and hungry."

Scott made an exasperated noise. "Go to your room. If I see you again today you'll lose all your toys and stuffed animals."

"That's not fair!" I cried.

"It is. I bought it, I can take it away. Especially if you're being bad."

I glared at him. "You can't do that."

"Oh really?" He turned around and started toward the door.

I watched as he went down the hallway and panicked when he opened my door. I ran after him. "No! Scott no! I'll stop, I promise!"

He had Larry in his hand and the smiling octopus looked awfully sad to be squeezed as hard as Scott was. "Every time you piss me off today you lose another one."

Tears filled my eyes. "Can't I have Larry back if I go to my room?"

Scott looked at me. "That's up to you and your behavior."

"I'll be good." I held my hands out.

Scott scoffed. "You're not getting it back today, if that's what you're getting at--that's for damn sure."

My eyes widened. "Scott you can't!"

"Alright."

He went back in and when he came out he had Milo. I knelt on the floor, truly panicked. "Scott I'm sorry. I'll be good just please. Don't take him away too!"

Scott just walked away.

QOTC: Did Scott over react?