"Are you going to stay naked forever?" Madam asked after a while.
I quickly shifted into a sheep to cover up my body.
"You are still not wearing anything, genius," she said, her tone sliding into cold mockery, like she was savoring my discomfort, "I have seen it all anyway."
I bleated and hid my face beneath my hooves. It was a sheepish thing to do, but I was a sheep, so who could blame me? I peeked up at her, only to find her staring back at me.
My heart and I jumped in surprise and stumbled over my hooves. I ended up rolling over and landed on my back, the pain from the spanking flaring up and making me whimper in pain.
This was an absolute disaster.
Madam pulled me toward her, letting me lie over her chest. "Did you defend me for my sake?" she asked.
I shook my head, and she chuckled.
"Of course not," she mused, "You are afraid of me, aren't you?"
I nodded, and she leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered.
"Good," she said, "You should be."
I shivered, and she laughed, her breath tickling my neck. Her hand trailed down my back until it reached my tail. She gave it a gentle tug, and I tensed up.
"I don't have a thing for obedient girls. I like them a bit rebellious," she said, "I like them when they are feisty and are willing to stand their ground, no matter the odds. Like my boys," she explained, "Shift."
I didn't dare disobey her, shifting back into human. She ran her fingers through my hair, gently untangling the knots. She did it carefully, as if she were afraid of hurting me.
Her hand went to the back of my neck and grabbed my nape, pulling me closer to her face. Our noses were barely touching.
"Do you understand?" she asked, her eyes on my lips as if waiting for my response.
My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest and punch her in the cheek. That was as much as a rebellion I could muster.
My tears came on their own again, sliding down my cheeks.
I wasn't sad or scared. Everything they did moved me to tears.
I couldn't help it, even when I knew that it was not what she wanted from me.
It hurt, not just physically. It was a type of torture that made me hate myself, for not being able to give her what she wanted.
Her fingers tightened around my neck, making me wince.
"No, no, no," she scolded, "Don't cry. Don't be afraid. Don't be obedient. Fight back. Bite me. Scratch me. Do something. Anything. Show me that I can't break you that easily," she encouraged, a bit frustratingly, "Come on, do it."
I bit down on my lip, trying to stop the tears from flowing, but it only made me choke out a sob and hiccup.
She looked annoyed by my display of weakness, and her grip on my neck loosened. "Pathetic."
I lowered my gaze, not daring to meet her eyes. "Madam..." I started, but she interrupted me.
"Don't talk," she said, "I don't want to hear your voice. If I hear another sorry or please from your mouth, I will–"
I pressed my lips against hers to keep myself from talking, to keep myself from apologizing, and to keep her from getting mad at me for not fighting back.
Was this fighting back? It felt more like an act of desperation. Still, I tried, my hands on her shoulders to steady myself, keeping our mouths joined as long as I could.
She stiffened up, her eyes widening. Her hand loosened from my nape, falling backwards as my tears dripped onto her cheek in the process and rolled down her face.
I stumbled forward, landing on top of her chest.
She didn't push me away, just lay there, looking up at me in silence with her hands by her sides.
It was unnerving how still she had become under me after my pathetic attempt at acting out, my heart racing so loudly that I could hear nothing else except for the beating in my ears.
"Not only a pathetic coward but also a bad kisser," she muttered under her breath and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh.
Her lips moved against mine as she spoke, tickling them. "Did none of them teach you how to kiss? What are those losers doing? Playing with your nipples and clit all day, leaving your lips neglected?"
I shivered at the feeling, forgetting to swallow and accidentally drooling down onto her lips. What did she just say? They who? Mhm.
The movement stopped as she went quiet. I opened my eyes again, looking down at her to check on her. She still had her eyes closed, her brows knitted together.
"Pathetic," she repeated, "They are all pathetic."
"Mhm." I agreed, though I still had no idea whom she meant by they and who turned out to be pathetic. I nodded vigorously, just because.
My nose bumped into hers as I did, and she finally opened her eyes.
She propped herself up, her face close to mine again. "Do you know that when you kiss someone, you should not have this dumb look on your face?"
She traced my cheek with her nose, "Don't just droll. It makes you look desperate and stupid," she instructed, "There are no real rules when it comes to intimacy though," she said, her lips brushing against mine, "As long as it makes your partner feel good."
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt like I was going to faint.
Then she pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes. "Shift. Someone's coming."
I shifted into my sheep form before I even thought about it, scrambling to my hooves in a panic.
"Too obedient, too easy to bully," she muttered with a click of her tongue, "And too wet."
I bleated, mortified. We both looked at her top. My wetness left behind a very obvious stain on her clothes, and I wanted to die on the spot.
Madam gave me an unamused look and stood up to welcome the strangers. "Don't cry, it's a compliment and not an insult," she said as I followed behind her.
"At least your body is naughty, unlike you." She glanced at the stain on her stomach again, and her lips twisted into a smile, "Very naughty."
I tripped over my hooves, crashing into her legs.
Why do these things keep happening to me when she was around?
Was this how the owners felt when she was around, too?
Embarrassed and frustrated with themselves?