All things considered, it didn't take Joan very long to get used to her new name, her new life, or her new lovers. She'd gotten to be especially close to Mira, and was quite glad to have her around. The feeling was mutual, and Mira was definitely happy to have new company. They'd especially grown close; Tara had spent the past hour or so snuggling with Joan affectionately, and Mira had been mostly neglected, enviously watching the other pet.
"You can run along for dinner now, dear," the princess said. Joan nodded and started off, out the door without a word. Mira started to follow quickly after her; until Tara grabbed her arm. "You need to stay here," she said. Joan looked back, disappoined, but left all the same.
Mira looked up at her, confused. Tara shoved her backwards, letting her land with a loud thud on her ass. She crouched down over Mira as she winced.
"You've been screwing around with Joan an awful lot," the princess said coldly. Mira blushed a little, but Tara grabbed her cheek. "Without permission."
"Oh... um, I'm sorry, mistress," she said, looking embarassed.
Tara sighed. "I'm disappointed in you, Mira," she said, sitting down with crossed legs in front of her. "You should know better. Who does Joan belong to, Mira?"
"She belongs to you," the girl said with a frown. Tara grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in, letting her lay over her lap.
"That's right," she told her. "And do we play with things that belong to other's without asking?"
"N-no...," she said embarassedly. Tara grabbed her skirt and tugged it down. Mira let out a yelp of pain as Tara struck her hard on her bare ass.
"No, we don't. Shouldn't you know better?" she demanded, hitting her again.
"Ow," she whimpered quietly, looking up, upset, at her.
"Well?" Tara demanded.
"Y-yes...," she mumbled, "I should."
The princess spanked her again and again. "I don't know what to do with you. You're normally so obedient, but this...," she sighed, shaking her head. "You could've just asked."
"I'm sorry...," she whimpered quietly.
Tara gave her a strong shove off her lap. Mira tumbled off, landing on her ass with a loud thud. She stared up, reluctantly making eye contact with the princess. She knew she was the kind to be jealous, but she didn't realize she'd upset her at all.
"I'm sorry... I promise I'll ask next time...," she said. Tara got up, still glaring at her, and nudged her with her foot.
"You'd better," Tara said. She put her foot on Mira's cheek, turning her head to the side and pressing with enough force that she felt it. "But that's not enough."
Mira whimpered a bit more. "I'm sorry... can I make it up to you? Please? I didn't mean to upset you...," she stammered.
The princess sighed, and put her foot down on the floor. "Fine, but don't think you can escape punishment that way," she said irately.
"N-no, of course not," Mira stammered quietly.
"Get undressed," the princess said, turning away and going into her closet, "I have to go get something."
Mira quickly obeyed, not knowing at all what the princess wanted from her, but not wanting to make matters worse, she quickly pulled all her clothes off, putting them neatly aside; when Tara returned, she was kneeling naked, staring straight down.
The princess approached her slowly, carrying something shiny behind her back. She crouched down, and curtly told Mira to spread her legs more. She did, still not daring to look up at her. Tara reached down, revealing what she was holding to be a metal chastity belt, and carefully slipped it between Mira's legs, looking more and more discomforted as the princess locked it tightly. Tara grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up.
"Two weeks," she said, glaring at her. "If you're not on your best behaviour, I'll throw out the key. Am I understood?" She held her chin tightly.
"Y-yes, mistress...," she whimpered softly.
"Good," the princess said, letting go of her. She stood up, and Mira's gaze followed her, her eyes a little bit wet. "So how do you plan on 'making it up?'"
Mira hesitantly moved forward, still lost as to what she could do-- but knowing her owner as well as she did, she assumed it was the usual thing. She put her hands on Tara's hips, looking up at her, desperate for approval.
"Hurry up," was Tara's reply, nodding slightly, but still glaring. "I don't have all night."
Mira quickly pulled down the princess's skirt and underwear; Tara grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face right against her as soon as they were at her knees. Mira didn't waste any time, quickly rubbing her tongue inside Tara's folds. The princess didn't seem to respond at all, aside from holding her face pressed tightly against her; worried, Mira went at her more aggressively, kissing her clit forcefully as she ate her, hoping desperately that she'd please her at least a little.
Tara pulled her hair tighter, grinding herself against Mira's face. Unable to do anything else and wishing more than anything that she could make up for upsetting her mistress, at least just a little bit, she kept kissing.
When she heard the princess let out a soft groan, she smiled.