Chapter 11
Penelope
The day was going to involve leaving their suite, of that Penelope was pretty certain. And as much as the tiniest skirt and cutest pink bra made up her favorite hucow outfit, Penny wasn’t entirely positive she was ready for that just yet.
So instead she picked out a pink cow-print skirt, which actually reached her knees, and paired it with a pretty pink top that didn’t shout hucow, but certainly kept Penelope in mind of strawberries.
She wanted to look cute; that was part of the appeal of being a hucow. She wanted to turn large beseeching eyes on Rachel and get all the pleasure that she’d ever dreamed of.
When she came bounding up to the table, she saw that Rachel had laid it and placed a bowl on the table.
It was filled with what looked like hay.
“Wha—”
“I believe it’s similar to Shredded Wheat, only shredded even further. It does look like hay, doesn’t it, Strawberry Moo?”
“I… yes. Yes, it does.” Penelope adjusted the cow ears that she wore and stepped forward and sat down when Rachel pulled out the chair for her.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a monster,” said Rachel with a laugh. “You can add milk to this. But if you’re really good and eat up all your breakfast, I’ve got a special treat for you afterward.”
Penny peered around the room but couldn’t see anything that could count as a treat.
Rachel just raised her eyebrow and nodded toward Penny’s cereal.
“Thank you, Miss Rachel,” said Penelope, reaching for the milk bottle and pouring just the right amount into the bowl.
The cereal was filling, but it wasn’t the taste that she was fixated on. They’d made it look like hay for her. “How?” she asked, halfway through the bowl.
“I called and asked,” explained Rachel, and then got a slightly frenzied look in her eyes. “Oh shit; I should have asked first. I’m sorry, Penny, I?—”
“It’s okay.” Penelope cut across the babble of panic that was streaming from Rachel’s mouth. “You’re all good. I said I was interested in exploring this, and we’re doing a full-time dynamic here. So, it follows that you’d have to ask for some help.”
She’d never seen Rachel look so relieved.
“Okay then. Phew. Come on, eat up.”
Penelope polished off the full bowl and then looked expectantly up at Rachel who was watching her curiously. “Well?”
“‘Well? That’s an interesting way to speak to your Domme.”
“You promised me a treat.”
“‘ Please may I have my treat, Miss Rachel’,” quoted Rachel in a singsong voice. “Since I’ve been such a good girl and finished my breakfast and asked so nicely.”
Penny pulled a face at Rachel.
“What have I done? What monster have I unleashed?!”
Previously, such questions would have had Penelope backing off, and behaving again, but this time it only served to fuel her mischievousness. “What have you done, indeed.”
Rachel grinned then and pointed to a space on the floor beside the chair that Penelope currently sat on. “Cows don’t sit on chairs.”
Closing her eyes, Penny took a deep breath in and then slid from the chair to the floor. She didn’t open her eyes, but instead kept them tightly shut, focusing all her senses on becoming as still as possible.
Rachel’s fingers stroked through her hair, and she felt her whole body relax, letting go until she sat back on her heels and waited.
“You’re such a wonderful hucow for me, aren’t you, Strawberry Moo?”
Penny lowed then, her moo her yes, and Rachel crouched down and kissed her gently. “Good girl. Here you go.”
She opened her palm and in it lay the green grass that Mina had spoken so highly of. Penny reached out her hand to pick some up, but Rachel shook her head and pulled her arm back.
Oh. She wanted Penelope to eat it out of the palm of her hand.
Penny wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but she didn’t want to safeword, not yet. She leaned forward, shifting her weight until she was on all fours, and sniffed at it. It smelt like strawberries, just like Mina had said.
“It’s okay,” said Rachel, gently. “You don’t have to, I just thought that…”
As her sentence trailed off, unfinished, Penelope looked up at her. Dark brown eyes were searching her face, looking to see if she’d done okay, and that was the reassurance that Penelope had needed.
She bent her head and ate.